We loved our weekend getaway with two delightful families. We stayed in a big cabin, outfitted with a spacious basement kid-den. Mark and I took turns outfitting in sexy Star Trek-esque dry suits and wading up the Zions Narrows.
Sloshing through and across water seemed so strange--since it often feels like my life's prime directive is to keep everyone and everything dry. Favorite moment: When, after I almost went down in a surprisingly deep hole, our friend Luana sagely commented, "Smooth waters run deep." If only that described me.
For Christmas I accidentally bought the kids Star Wars: The Force Unleashed, a wii game that is rated T for Teen. Our family rules put T games on par with PG-13 movies, as in you can watch/play them only after you've turned 13 (and then only with parental clearance, and only when the younger kids aren't around). I intended to return the game, but Roscoe talked me in to letting him have it. He loved it. So much so, that he talked Mark and I into playing it with him one Saturday night. We were a little horrified. In this game, the player is a bad guy. And we ran around hacking wookies and Jedis to death.
The next day, Roscoe reread For the Strength of Youth for a Duty to God requirement. When he read the section on choosing only uplifting media, his conscience was pricked. And the next day, he asked if I would return the Star Wars game to get one all the kids could enjoy. Not being totally foolish, I quickly agreed.
And now, thanks to the awesome and virtuous Roscoe, we have Mario Kart and can all do this: