By late morning Monday the childs still hadn't emerged from their newly wired grotto so I decided to set up an enticing craft to draw them out. A few days early I had brought home several bags of crafting clothes pegs (if you are nice, you will not remind me of my anti-craft supply rant from last week, I choose to believe it's different if I buy them from the thrift store) that I set out with some paints and some visual references (Google images) of their favorite characters from books and, even, Adventure Time.
Oh, I think to myself, I am so clever! What child wouldn't want to do this rather than play brain rotting video games?
Which was, obviously, very silly thinking.
An hour or two later I had this family portrait to show for my efforts:
Painted by yours truly.
And this is what the childs were, still, doing:
And are still today.
I am beginning to talk to my peg family children, being so lonely in the absence of my real children.
When I suggested that the childs go easy on the controllers since, as I said, if we treat it well, their own children will be able to play these games too, girl child replied that her own kids won't be into video games but like nature instead.
I have decided to let the games stay in the room for another twenty four hours and they go back into the basement until, oh, next winter maybe? In the meanwhile, I may use this little bit of quiet time (relative quiet time, ear muffs are still necessary) to catch up on my reading and laundry.
Video games aren't all bad. And at least I have my peg babies.