I truly believe that video games were created by Satan to turn otherwise normal children into his drooling, glassy-eyed stooges.
This is a huge dilemma for me, because I always had this fantasy that my house would be the one that all the kids congregated at after school. I would be the “fun mom,” the one who made popsicles, the one in the TV commercial with all the kids crowded around the kitchen counter, demanding more of those little pizza nuggets.
Unfortunately, since we have neither video games nor a swimming pool, this does not happen.
No one demands over-processed Kraft snack foods from my kitchen — because my son goes over to other kids houses to get his video fix.