We got a Wii.
I think it causes delusional behavior. I truly believed I was a stellar bowler until Miss D. mopped the shiny parquet floor with me at the local bowling alley.
You can read more about my recent public shaming at BirminghamMommy, where I’m hanging out today.
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When I get to Wii bowl (at friends’ houses occasionally), I go with the scrappy-looking guy in the Buddy Holly glasses and the leather jacket. He’s no Tami/Bertha, of course, but we do all right. =>
Don’t bad mouth Wii sports. I kick my husband’s butt in boxing.