Family Traditions

Man, do I love Sunday. Church in the morning, so you get spiritually fed. Then, when you get home... Nachos! (So you get fed, period). Actually, today it was quesadillas. A little shredded cheddar, a little canned chili, some tortillas, some salsa, and the George Foreman Lean Mean Fat Reducing Grilling Machine. tm.
Corbin got a new N64 game - Super Smash Bros. Think a kinder, gentler Mortal Kombat with Nintendo characters. And it amazes me that the best character in the game - the one that I win with time and time again... is Kirby. That's right. The "I'm suckin' your powers" pink marshmallow guy. He whips booty time after time, sending Corbin into a mini-rant "Why do you always pick Kirby?"
To which my response is "Why do you always pick Donkey Kong?" He's growling at me now, not understanding that growling at Zach means that Corbin doesn't get to play Zach's new Spider-Man game. Ah well, lessons learned, right?
I actually held back from an earlier family tradition - that of physically punching the guy playing a video game against him, thereby gaining a momentary advantage in the game while he rubs his arm. (he, he). Thank my little brothers and Super Street Fighter II for that one. Ah, memories.