Last week, while the boys were both home with strep throat, they played a lot of video games. By Friday, Daelyn felt fine, but was still contagious, so he couldn't go to school. It was quite interesting to try and keep him occupied when he was bored silly.
At one point in the afternoon, I was working on the computer while he sat next to me on the floor, directing Spiderman through battles with all kinds of bad guys.
"Mama, this guy got me. He killed me. I lost the game," he said.
Me, only partially listening, "Oh, that's terrible, son. I'm sorry."
Daelyn: "Not nearly as sorry as he's gonna be next time around."
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