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He Makes Me Proud. And Nervous.

So my son, my six year old, funny, sweet looking, sincere boy has done something that boggles my mind. Shocking, I know but roll with it.

He has beaten Super Mario 64 on the Wii. We downloaded the game for him 19 days ago.

He's beaten. the. game.

I don't know if I should be more proud or nervous about this. Silly, I know but look, this kid does his research. No lie. He goes on YouTube*, types in Super Mario 64 and finds all these videos of other people playing. He watches them intently, memorizing every screen shot. He retains all of that information and uses when he plays the game himself.

When he started playing Super Mario 3 on the Wii, he found a warp whistle that I never knew existed in the 20 years that game has been out. My friends and I would play that game for hours on end in high school. This boy of mine goes online, watches some videos and poof! he knows where all this extra stuff is. Extra stuff that would have saved my friends and I a lot of grief in our hours wasted lovingly spent on that game.

I'm just going to encourage him to get into computer graphics, designing games, something, anything IT. He'll be a whiz at it. Then he'll be able to take care of Mama and Daddy nicely when he needs to pick out a home for us, if you know I mean and I think you do.

*the first time we let him go on YouTube alone, he just had to show us this Mario video that he saw. He said that I would like it because Mario was wearing a pink bra and underwear. ::blink::
He knows now that yeah, not so good kiddo. I can't wait to tell him this story when he's a teenager, with his friends around. Oooh no, girlfriend. Yes, when the girls are around.

Bwahahahahahahaha!

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