Last week, a shiny, pink, blinged-out Nintendo DS Lite arrived in the mail, along with a copy of Brain Age 2.
The package arrived from Nintendo and Brand About Town and I immediately tested my brain age. The verdict? 58. Hmmm. Although I am working on an advanced degree at a pretty great university, it suddenly became apparent that I can't win at a simple game of rock, paper, scissors. Well then.
Initially, Will was only peripherally interested in the device--maybe it was the rhinestone bling--but by Friday he was triple-checking that I had remembered to pack the DS in my carry-on for our flight to Southern California. Will is so not above playing a pretty pink DS in the middle of the airport.
Somehow, this does not seem fair at all:
Somebody has been staying up after I go to bed and training his brain.
A few days ago, Will and I were at Target. We shop separately in Target--I look at clothes and cheap sunglasses while Will looks at...well gee, I don't really know what Will looks at. Electronics? Hardware? Beer?
In any event, after browsing the magazines, I headed over to the aisle with the DS games and wouldn't you know it, I ran into my husband. He wants My Spanish Coach, I'm looking at Professor Layton and the Curious Village. I'm thinking we are definitely going to need to buy a second DS Lite. Maybe one with a little less rhinestone action, although, to be honest, it doesn't seem that Will minds the bling so much.
