I know you probably get letters like this all of the time, but I am your greatest fan.
I. Love. You.
Since you came into our lives, our family has grown closer. We not only eat more meals together. We eat the same meal together. No more ‘real food’ for mom and dad and croutons with grapes for the other three. No more “You will take two bites! No, I mean REAL bites. That’s it! You’re sitting in the corner until you swallow that!”
Because of you, I can fix whatever I want for dinner and they ALL eat it. For the promise of a scant 15 minutes of time with you, they’ve eaten beef vegetables soup, salmon cakes, chili, chicken and gravy, tacos, chicken ginger soup, salads, patty melts, roasted chicken and vegetable soup, and many other meals that I thought wouldn’t pass their lips before they were forty.
It no longer matters if they are surround by snacks at Grammy’s for the whole hour and half before dinner. They know to save room for dinner or NO WII.
Now we have peaceful meals. NO fighting, whining, gagging, or squirming at the table.
Before you, no punishment, no reward could make these heathens eat. But, your presence has paved the way for other carrots we can dangle (to postpone your hypnotic grasp on their souls until the weekend.) Because they fell for you, they now eat for dessert, a piece of a hubby’s chocolate fish (?), or the promise of card games.
Thank you, Wii. Your creepy hold on my children has blessed my home.