Saturday night my 15 year old son was upset because he had played so much of the video game “Guitar Hero” that he now had a cheap-looking, plastic guitar where his previously handsome head should be.
Okay, you know this could never happen, right?
First of all, my son would not be upset by a guitar growing out of his head. He’d think it was cool.
Secondly, I’m such a good mother that I monitor how much “Guitar Hero” he plays, and I would make him stop the minute he started to resemble a cheap-looking-guitar-headed creature, even if it might mean I’d be giving up all the money he could make us from the tv talk show circuit.
Actually, my son was upset because the whammy bar on his guitar was broken. When you pushed down on the bar, it would not bounce back like it was supposed to. This made it impossible to play properly.
Tragedy.
So my husband performed delicate surgery on the guitar…
And put the spring back in the whammy bar.
So order was restored to the universe.
And my 15 year old son, who would not let me take a picture of his handsome head without the guitar in front of it, wanted me to take a picture of his feet. So here they are:
And when my 16 year old came home from his date, I had to take a picture of his feet, too, because I wouldn’t want him to feel left out. Notice the Nike shoes.
I mention them because we bought them for him a week ago, only to come home and find out they were the exact same pair the 15 year old already had.
Now how am I am supposed to know which kid to yell at when I find them lying around on the floor?
And I think Nike owes me some sort of compensation for this commercial endorsement.
As do the makers of Guitar Hero.
And those are the most exciting highlights of a typical Saturday night at our house in the Highlands. Tune in next time to find out if my son’s hand turns into a microphone after playing too much of the video game “Rock Band.” Or, if I buy a pair of shoes for my daughter that are exactly like a pair I own.
Hey, it could happen.
At least the part about the microphone.
Considering how much Guitar Hero I have played over the last year, I am beginning to think that it is virtually impossible for your head to turn into a cheap plastic guitar. However, it is entirely possible to end up with “crab claws” as hands after playing it for 10 hours straight.