Look, It's F'ing Mario

I am so sick and tired of Mario and Luigi. I know they are just characters but oh. my. god.

Because of the boy's Aspergers, he develops obsessions. And when I say obsession, I do not lie. We have about 50 things that have Spiderman on them. Not little rinky dink things like action figures. I mean a little kids cushiony chair, 4 blankets, video games, you name it, we have it.

Then it turned to Ben 10. He has a couple of the watches, a ton of aliens that glow on the one watch. I've decided to ignore the toy aisle that has that stuff on it. We thought we were going to have this one for awhile but no.

The boy has been playing Super Mario Bros. and Super Mario Bros. 3 on the Wii for months. He's seen the tv show. He's known about them for quite sometime now. All of a sudden he decided he loves Mario. He hums the song. Plays the game online. On the Wii. He dresses as Mario. I'll get a picture soon. Ben 10 has lost his spot in the boy's heart. It's really rather sad I think.

I am working on getting an original Gameboy on eBay right now because the husband found 6 old games and the boy saw Marioland. Thanks husband. My sister in law Fluffy is bring her GBAdvance tomorrow for all the kids to share so hopefully that will tide the boy over until Mama can get a frickin' Gameboy.

I even downloaded the theme song for Mario off of iTunes. Shoot me now.

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