at least his friends are nice
Hey, come down here! you have to listen to this.
I shut off the iron and go to Middle's room.
I hear Ave Maria playing on his television...
I didn't realize that it's in the opening credits of my new video game, he says.
Oh. the game you bought in the mall on sunday? I ask.
Yeah - says he.
The game where you shoot people? I enquire, knowing full well that I can no longer filter the games he plays/watches/kills people in.
What game is it? I foolishly stumble onward...
Hit man.
Oh. So. They PAY you to shoot people...I am feeling a little weak in the knees now.
Yeah, he says with subtle delight...except I don't always actually shoot them, sometimes I can poison them! Listen, I gotta get back to it...I gotta kill a groom and the father of the bride...
Right.
I shut off the iron and go to Middle's room.
I hear Ave Maria playing on his television...
I didn't realize that it's in the opening credits of my new video game, he says.
Oh. the game you bought in the mall on sunday? I ask.
Yeah - says he.
The game where you shoot people? I enquire, knowing full well that I can no longer filter the games he plays/watches/kills people in.
What game is it? I foolishly stumble onward...
Hit man.
Oh. So. They PAY you to shoot people...I am feeling a little weak in the knees now.
Yeah, he says with subtle delight...except I don't always actually shoot them, sometimes I can poison them! Listen, I gotta get back to it...I gotta kill a groom and the father of the bride...
Right.
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Yeah. I won't let the boy have "M" rated games, much to his annoyance. But the "T" rated games push the envelope pretty good. Nothing but shooting.
I never thought I'd say this, but I miss Mario.
baby steps. baby steps.
I want to live in my own fantasy world of When They Get Older.
Where I picture sports, musical instruments and still controlling the video stuff.
Let me live in my dream world a wee bit longer.
-J.