I may have mentioned this, but one of our big Christmas surprises was a Wii gaming system. We’ve really been enjoying it and my son, turns out, is a freakishly good Wii bowler. One of the cool things about this system is that you can create your own “character” or avatar called your “Mii.” (I realize my teenage nephews…assuming they even read this…are probably cringing ‘cuz I’m sure I’m not getting the terminology right. Plus also, they probably cringe anyway. They’re teenage boys.) Well, my son didn’t stop at creating his own image.

This is his Wii interpretation of me (or Mii).

It’s pretty close, actually.

This is my husband…

This is my mother… My daughter says, “This looks just like Busia. Except the Mii Busia’s skin is kind of little bit smoother.” Harsh!

This is my father… (Beeps is short for Beepa. My daughter couldn’t say Grandpa when she was teeny and it kind of stuck.)

He’s been a little bit obsessed creating a Wii village of everyone we know. The kids keep running back and forth asking, “How do you spell Tyler, Kyle, Sara, Mrs. So-and-so.” Yes, to my friends, family, neighbors, school teachers, we have a Mii version of you in our game system! Be afraid Bedford, be very afraid.

“The only reason I’m doing this is for my children to see that Mommy was a pop star.”

             - Posh Spice, in an interview to Entertainment Weekly.

 Uh…yeah. I say that all the time. Just said it two minutes ago to my five year old, as a matter of fact. Which leads me to today’s topic….Sentences I never thought I’d utter, let alone mean.

1.)     “Quit eating that Halloween candy, we’re on our way to McDonald’s!”

2.)    “Hey, quit whipping that snake around!” (My son got a cheap plastic snake from the Dollar store and he’s been using it like bull whip, usually within two inches of his sister’s head)

3.)  “Would you just sit still and eat your spaghetti sandwich the regular way, with two hands?” (What can I say, putting said spaghetti between two slices of bread was the only way I could get my son to eat it the other night. Ya do what ya gotta do. Besides, how would YOU eat it?)

4.)   Get baby Jesus out of your mouth!

That’s just this week. Hmmm, I’d love to hear yours (and Posh’s).

Robin