Our Wii died this weekend. It's pretty much the worst thing ever. We had to send it to Nintendo to be repaired and probably won't get it back until at least a month. Totally sucks. So all weekend long we had to hang out together and talk and stuff. Pretty awkward. We really haven't done much of that sort of thing in a while.

My older son, I forget his name -- the one I beat at Wii Bowling all the time -- out of nowhere asked me what bears ate. I just looked at him like he was crazy. Is that what kids ask their parents usually? I don't think so. I'm only prepared to answer questions like, "Can I play the Wii, Daddy?" or "How come you're so awesome at Wii Golf, Daddy?"

Yesterday, my younger son -- the one I destroy in Wii Baseball -- kept getting frustrated while doing a jigsaw puzzle. Being his father I felt obligated to help him. But I couldn't get anywhere with the stupid thing. There was no fricking controller! So the two of us just sat there crying for half the day.

Finally that woman I married -- the one who's only beaten me at Wii Tennis once -- came over and gave us each a cookie and we started to feel a little better. Then we read a book about a talking donkey with a magic pebble. It was all right.

This is going to be the worst month ever.

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