
Fast forward 20 years and the boy in my life now, my son, is in love with his Nintendo - Wii, that is - and is in love with Super Mario Bros., too. I am kind of ashamed to admit that my 5-year old is good at Super Mario Bros. Perhaps it is because he plays too much, perhaps it is because he is gifted. I will go with the latter.
But what I am not ashamed to say is that I, and I alone, saved Princess Peach from Bowser at the end of World 8. I wished I had a video camera taping our entire families reaction to Bowser's defeat. Sorry Disney, but it was actually more exciting and dramatic than the video clips of kids learning they were going to Disneyland. High fives were flying all over the room. My son jumped into my husband's arms in jubilation and my daughter kept screaming, "Mommy, you did it!"
And all I could think in my head was, "Suck it, Phil!" (Big bro, you know I love you!)
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