We've been having a standoff here lately between Mommy and Boy-who-wants-to-play-video-games-24-7. (It should be noted that by "video games," Boy means educational computer games. We do not own a Wii, an X-box 360, a Nintendo Game Sphere or whatever. We don't even own a cell phone.) Every day the conversation goes something like this:
Isaac: "Mom, can I play a video game?"
Mom: "Sure, as soon as you earn it."
Isaac: "Awww, Mooommm!"
End of discussion.
He rarely pursues this argument any further because he knows that to earn the privilege of using the computer, he must a) do his chores and b) get some exercise. (One downside of him being such an avid reader is that he doesn't move much anymore.)
Today's version went like this:
Isaac: "Mom, can I play video games?"
Mom: "No. You've been sitting on your bum all day. I don't think I've seen you move once."
Isaac: "Yes I have. I walked!"
Mom: "Oh yeah? When did you walk?"
Isaac: "I walked to the table to eat some pretzels and walked back here (the couch)."
A total of about 30 feet. I'm not impressed.
But it's okay, because now that brother is home from school, there will be more "exercise" than I can stand.