Both of the kids home for the weekend, and we ended up having a Sunday afternoon Wii moment. Well, they had the moment – i was curled up under a blanket on the couch semi-dozing and amused.
The Girl is rather skilled at Wii bowling. This annoys The Boy, who has been practicing to beat her. They grabbed their favorite bowling Mii’s – Ernest Hemingway for The Girl, and Iggy Pop for The Boy.
(needless to say, watching cartoon characters of “ol’ ernest” and iggy in a bowling alley amuses me endlessly…)
After The Girl nailed yet another three strike series (known as a ‘turkey’ for those unfamiliar with bowling lingo), she decided to talk some Wii Smack.
The Girl: So, if you’re hungry for some turkey, give me a call.
The Boy: That is the worst smack talk ever. If you’re going to do it, do it right…
after another beating by The Girl, he drops the following:
The Boy: Your mother is a whore…
from under the blanket on the couch: “hey…. leave me outta this”