Don comes in my room and sits in the rocker and does his reading or computer work next to me. At least we feel like we're together. He said the only problem is that periodically I pierce the quiet with shouts of "shit!" as I die...yet again.
Sarah huddles over my shoulder and tells me what to do, the original backseat driver of MMORPGs. She actually yells at me sometimes, "No Mom, Mom...Mom...you're doing it wrong. No you're going to die" and so on.
Don comes in my room and sits in the rocker and does his reading or computer work next to me. At least we feel like we're together. He said the only problem is that periodically I pierce the quiet with shouts of "shit!" as I die...yet again.
ReplyDeleteSarah huddles over my shoulder and tells me what to do, the original backseat driver of MMORPGs. She actually yells at me sometimes, "No Mom, Mom...Mom...you're doing it wrong. No you're going to die" and so on.
LOL.
Backseat driver of MMORPG? Sounds like a T-shirt.
ReplyDeleteGotta get the kid into the game.