William is complete obsessed with BomberMan ‘94. We have restricted him to playing only every second day, and only twice on those days for a half hour at a time. He wakes up and talks about how he’s going to play bomberman — “I’m going to be the blue guy fat guy” or “I’m going to make everyone little” It’s scary just how addicted he is. Fortunately he’s been fairly understanding of the limits we’ve placed on it, though it does cause a slight tantrum when time is up occasionally. Today is not “Bomberman Day,” though yesterday was, and tomorrow is as well.

He’s actually getting quite good at the game, though he doesn’t subscribe to the stated goals of blowing up the other guy before they can blow you up (hey, where have I heard that before?) *ahem* anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. William likes to ride the various kangaroos, and he enjoys blowing up all the blocks. He probably enjoys picking out his character and choosing a level as much as the actual playing. It’s improved his hand-eye quite a bit - in the short time he’s been playing, he went from having difficulties getting anything to happen, to having control of his guy and basically making him do what he wants.

So, that’s what’s up with William.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Did you bring the pre-whacked snakes?” - Mayor Quimby