We got a Wii...

...which means my husband has been like a kid in a candy store since Sunday when we brought it home. Since that time I've heard these phrases uttered in our home: "D'Oh!" "Oh, I was robbed," "Booyah," "Oh, come on, Lee" (talking to himself, of course) and "Son of a BEEP." In Lee's defense, that last phrase was muttered jokingly because he could hear me giggling at him - he doesn't usually sit around and cuss at the TV. What is it about video games that turn grown men into adolescents again? Don't get me wrong - I love the Wii. It's good fun and I can get into it too. But my attention span is limited when it comes to such activities, whereas Lee could do it for hours on end. The best is the WWII game he got where he gets to fly around and kill the Germans. That's when his true colors come out. Kill and destroy! Hah! I can see the satisfactory gleam in his eye every time he takes out another bad guy - redeeming the world from the confines of his couch! What a guy...