I have decided, well, the Professor and I have decided to take all games away from the Oldest. In his heart, that is all he has been living for, no joke. It would be all he would think about. He has been off games for a good spell (a few weeks now) and he is doing better behaviorally.
It is sad though because he is playing Mario and Sonic music on the piano as I type. Desperation. I guess he is still thinking about it. Wait. He has moved on to classical. Now the Girl and Eraser Eater are trying to throw out songs for him to play.
When we were at the grocery store the other day I went in to buy some ice cream. "Are we ready to go yet?" pleaded the Oldest.
"No, I still have to go and get some waffles," I said.
"Waffles? What? You NEVER buy waffles!"
"Can you grab those marshmallows?" I asked him.
"Are you kidding me? I LOVE marshmallows!!"
"Get two bags, please," I walked down the aisle.
"This is crazy," the Oldest said incredulously.
"And I think I want some Twinkies," I grabbed a box as I passed the bread aisle.
"What!!!??? I am in shock and I am going nuts here, Mom. Twinkies?!"
I guess I never buy them.
"At this rate Mom, my luck is so great that I KNOW you are going to buy me an Archie when we get to the check out!" he cried in utter shock and drama.
"There's NO ARCHIE!!!!" the Oldest whispered in a faint yelp over the gum display.
I snapped my fingers in disappointment. "Missed your chance, dude."