Yesterday my son’s friend came over. I told his mother that after the boys finished their homework, they could play with the Wii. “What’s a Wii?” she asked. Ah. Blissful ignorance.
Our house is turning into a den of inequity. It’s the place where my friends’ organically fed kids get brownies made from a box, and are exposed to Nintendo DS and Wii and other pernicious electronic games. We’re actually trying to steer our twins to more wholesome activities (Webkinz WITHOUT the video games, the activities found in The Dangerous Book for Boys and The Daring Book for Girls). In fact, yesterday the boys went out to play baseball in the rarely traveled street in front of our house. But then my mother-in-law came out and started fretting that they got in the way of the neighbors who came by (rarely!!) on their bicycles and that it was dangerous (even though I was there, supervising and there were NO cars), etc. etc., so the kids wound up going back into the house, back to the Wii. We didn’t buy the Wii ourselves. Someone gave to to my husband as an end of the year gift. And while I continue to believe that “real” baseball is better than the virtual version, Wii has its good points. Even Lilia could get a strike during Wii bowling, and I hear that my 91-year-old grandfather has been playing Wii sports at his retirement complex. So, for the moment, I say “oui” to the Wii.