tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274146394679158593.post5057314166344092749..comments2009-05-17T00:15:54.826-05:00Brandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01826639572988755402noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274146394679158593.post-6676738163249078482009-05-17T00:15:00.000-05:002009-05-17T00:15:00.000-05:00You bad mom! Denying that beautiful child joy in her life! Hmph. ;o)Damama Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00433392172815959276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274146394679158593.post-78746151766005096382009-04-03T10:36:00.000-05:002009-04-03T10:36:00.000-05:00Don't worry about it. It teaches them a lot. My daughter played Mario all the time, and I mean all the time, and she is now about to graduate high school, and is also about to be earn her Gold Award in Girl Scouts. I am 62 and still play Mario a lot.Grandpa-Old Soldierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04089245746076485250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274146394679158593.post-42978734764925942362009-03-29T18:48:00.000-05:002009-03-29T18:48:00.000-05:00Tell the truth! Yes, I said buy the game. Maybe it was me who suggested we let the kids play their friends online every now and then (although we play it most nights of the week against one another like good mom's do). BUT the reason little magen is addicted to the game is because YOU let her play it the day she was sick. She played it for 4 or 5 hours right Brandy? And ever since then she's been addicted. <BR/><BR/>May I add, addicted to the point that I observed her look lovingly into your eyes and say "Mommy you can just call me Daisy"!My Two Army Bratshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00886760936018334993noreply@blogger.com