There is a smile on my face and a warm spot in my heart as I sit to post. You see, we've always loved our son and enjoyed partaking in many various activities with him. These activities though, were usually for his benefit. Sure, we enjoyed them, but we're doing them for him. However, he has recently crossed the threshold into equal level coolness. The material that built this bridge?...video games.
The men in the house can spend hours...nay, days...playing PS2. They've developed their own language. They can talk to each other - extremely enthusiastically - and go on and on and on....and I have no idea what they have just said. It reached a pinnacle the other night...
Keith was playing after the kids had gone to bed and came upstairs after a bit, looking pretty forlorn. I thought "uh oh, what's wrong? Is he not feeling well?" Then, he sighed heavily and said "I wish Adam was up. I just got past a part I've been stuck on for two days. He'd understand. I almost want to wake him and tell him." He then slunk off to the computer realizing the only person awake enough to hear the important news was me...and I don't understand...and would probably just mock him if he tryed to explain how cool it was. He needed his boy.
