Unfortunately the 'Fo and I stuffed up royally when the kids were younger and got them used to certain privileges like eating, so when wee misadventures like no brakes pop up, we are un-budget-friendly when it comes to getting them sorted straight away.
And then we spend a lot more time at home.
So there is more time to dedicate to Super Mario Bros.
My 7yo son and I are the kickarse duo on Super Mario. Level by level, world by world we conquer.
On rare occasions we have a stumble on a course. And as awesome as I am at playing the game, unfortunately I am not kickarse on teaching my son the finer art of being a good winner, or being a non-profanity speaking, controller throwing loser.
Hence, whilst I was outdoors having my, ah hmm, mum's moment, breath of fresh air, bourbon refill and cigarette or whatever, I happened to overhear my wee cherub playing hard - just like I taught him, kicking arse - just like I taught him, and telling the on-screen turtles to 'suck my pussy'. I started to wonder whether maybe he should start playing the game with his dad instead.