I hate video games.

Harsh, I know.

Unless, of course they teach you letters, or math,

or anything useful.

Well, he's only 4, and I'm afraid there is no going back.

No matter if I engage him with wood trains,

playdoh, drawing supplies, pre-K workbooks,

he now knows how fun video games are and will always

ask to play instead of the playing with the great ideas* I may have.

*Yeah, yeah, I know, that is a subjective word.

Henry loves Star Wars.

X-Box now has a Lego Star Wars game.

Henry LOVES it.

I sat and watched as he slipped away into the

rabbit hole of video gaminess as

I yelled behind him "NO! DON'T GO! NOT YET!"

This is how I know he is hooked:

Because that was his reaction when we gave him the "2 minute" warning.

Luckily, Henry still believes us when we say

the TV is about to run out of batteries, so we need to turn it off.

And, oh the horror, should you lose all of the progress you made on

your game.

At least I still have you, sweet, innocent,

non-video gamey Charlie.

Who am I kidding. But at least I still have you Higgins,

because as much as you may want to join in the

video reindeer games, you, my friend don't have opposable thumbs.

Your stuck with me, pal.