Well, wedidn't...but Kayla does and she brought hers with her when she arrived today. And now we Wii, too.
We've had so much fun playing it with her; it's addicting. Dinner was seriously late because I was too busy trying to figure out how to keep my little Mario Kart under control as I slid around corners at break-neck speed, avoided cows meandering onto the roadway, bounced on top of giant mushrooms and all too often fell off the edge into the abyss below. Grandpa and I...we're a wee short of video game talent and experience.
But we didn't let that stop us. It's no surprise that Wayne liked the sports offering better. He was pretty good at bowling and got better with each hole as he figured out golf. Neither of us did well at tennis. Me? MarioKart would be my pick...the little carton characters are just too cute and each race course was cleverly animated and full of challenges. And for the Wii/Mario novices (and that would have been us just hours ago) here's a YouTube video that shows some of the game.
I watched Kayla playing and had to laugh at her reactions during the course of one race.
She won't be able to make moves like this with a real steering wheel when she starts learning to drive in another year or two! From serious concentration to sheer panic to disgust to celebration...she experienced it all, and every bit of it showed immediately on her face.
I didn't turn my computer on today until after 11pm tonight...unheard of for me. And I'm ignoring the voices in my head that are telling me how far behind I am...on chores I wanted to accomplish before Christmas, on the backlog of e-mails I should be answering, and on a host of other things I could and should be doing. Today I drove cartoon cars on an imaginary race track and shared a thousand laughs with my favorite girl...and I wouldn't trade a minute of it. The rest will get done somehow, sometime...these times are too precious to let slip away.