A few minutes ago, Jen and Progeny trooped down the stairs and into the Media Room. I lowered the volume of fiction I was just beginning and smiled as I was asked if I was "any good at arcade type games". I, who spent many, many hours battling Galaga and Defender -- not to mention Donkey Kong and Pac-Man (although I just did).
"What the problem is?" I queried.
"I got the magic sugar and eggs and ... but I can't get the magic flour the monkey has on his wall and the bananas I can't get the flour and up the wall I have the keys and the bananas but at the top I can't get the flour from the monkey and save the mom and I tried and I don't know and the monkey has the flour and the keys don't and the bananas..."
"I'll see what I can do."
After Robin showed me how to get to the top of the wall, I tried for a bit and then Taa-Daaa!!! I got the flour to make the magic banana bread (or wev it was). She thanked me and then -- oh, horrors -- Jen told me that I had just saved Television (or so she believed).
Just think, there for a minute the entire span of future was in my hands. I could've saved the world from The Idiot Box.
All I can say in my defense is that I didn't know.
Please to forgive me.