Monday, March 12, 2007

Just a little different

Thanks to our dear friends in Arizona, we've been enjoying some fairly regular movie rentals from Blockbuster. When we went this last weekend, I decided to let the Boy choose (in place of his movie selection) a Playstation2 game. He loves playing all the sports type games, which is fine with us, because we steer clear from the violent, explicit language or gratuitous sex genre of video games. So, he selected the current Nascar racing game. Since his Dad works for a certain Nascar sponsoring, big box, home improvement chain, everyone gets a big kick out of seeing him race that car on screen. After watching the Boy play for a while, his two younger sisters, our "artificial twin" girls, decided to give it a try.
I was upstairs when the laughter started. (Apparently, Nascar as well as Playstation are not big with the pre-teen girl set, and even less so with those of Ethiopian heritage.) So, as I watched them from above as I came downstairs, they were rolling on the floor in fits of laughter and shouting things such as, "Did you see that?" "Our cars are on fire!!!" Their Dad, who was supervising this activity, watched as our Ethiopian daughter held the controller in her hands, but never touched a single button. They wrapped up their *game*, and we loaded up everyone to go to Grandma's house for a birthday party.
Unbeknownst to us, what should be on the television at Grandmother's house when we arrived, but a Nascaresque race. (I say this because I do not know if it was officially a Nascar sponsored event, but it had the track and the cars) As H sat down next to me, I pointed this out.

Me: Look, H, it's just like the game you and B played on our tv.

H: Yes, just a leeeetle different.

Me: Oh?

H: Yes, no fire.

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