As I noted recently, we got a Wii for Christmas. The Daughter has taken to it like a fish to water, while I’ve taken to it like…well, not so well. The game we play most often is Super Mario Brothers, on which The Daughter is progressing nicely, while I put poor Mario through debilitating death after death, grisly demise after demise, and sad fate after fate.
Lots of times I can see Mario’s shuffling from the mortal coil coming a mile away as I scramble to avoid various pitfalls and nemeses, but then there are the times in which the Smiting of Mario takes me completely by surprise. In those moments, I look like the photo above. Ouch. Poor Mario!
We also got a Wii for Christmas. It takes me about ten minutes to get my Wimote to get the hand on the screen for my morning workout, I'm scared to try to control Mario