as the boys were licking the last bit of frosting off the plates and at the same time wandering about the house looking for the next activity, one boy spies a pile of games on a bookshelf and i hear this priceless exchange:
boy 1: lets play perfection!
boy 2: dude, that game scares the crap out of me.
it cracks me up. they can play scary video games, see scary movies and not blink an eye; but man, that timer runs out and the tray pops up splaying little plastic geometric shapes everywhere and a bunch of twelve year old boys scream like little girls. don't even get me started on the laughter and screaming that the buzzer would elicit when trying to remove the brain freeze ice cream cone from the guys' head on operation.
despite the embarrassing plethora of computer and video games in our house, it was the good old-fashioned games that held the most allure last night. after perfection it was onto scrabble, where i watched a boy who played it for the first time ever use up all his tiles on the first word and get 63 points on another word.
i've sent them all outside now and am almost finished with my