Outnumbered Two to One

Thanks to my mother-in-law’s generous nature (and about $300 in Target money) we are now the proud owners of this…

along with this…

When my mother-in-law gave the children, as well as my husband and I, $50 gift cards to our favorite store this Christmas, he and I made an executive decision to pool our funds and buy a Nintendo Wii, rather than have the kids spend all their money on miscellaneous crap that will likely end up at the back of their closets or possibly impaling someone’s bare foot in the middle of the night. Unfortunately for the last several weeks there have been no Wii’s in stock at any of the Target stores in our general area. Nor online for that matter. They were in the sales circular this weekend and so we ventured out today to see if we’d get lucky.

The first store we went to was completely out but through the magic of telecommunication the clerk was able to direct us to another nearby store that still had about 29 in stock. Strangely enough when we got there, there were about four moms pushing strollers waiting for the stock guy to unpack a box of Wii Fits.

As we were paying for our game system, the cashier asked me confidentially, “Are you sure you don’t want one of these too, because I don’t know when I’m getting another shipment.”

She went on to tell me how her daughter lost 13 pounds on the Wii Fit, and how she herself loved it. Behind me in line three more women were waiting for their own Wii Fit accessories and looking rather impatient that I was contemplating the idea for so long.

“$90, huh?” I pondered aloud.

Essentially our Wii was free since we didn’t have to front our own money, so what’s a little splurge right? I looked to the bacon bringer for input.

Then he said those two dangerous words that have always been our downfall…”Why not?”

“You heard the man, wrap it up.”

The cashier nodded and scanned the items. “You might want to ask for some diamond earrings since he’s feeling generous.”

I have to admit we had a lot of fun playing this afternoon, before the kids took over, that is.

My five-year-old son beat the pants off his ten-year-old sister at boxing. I thought she was going to have a stroke by the time she got K.O.ed. I’m grateful these games at least get their little butts off the sofa. I was starting to think they were getting fused together.

Here’s a photo of their match.

It’s definitely better than them actually pummeling each other…

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