I have entered my own private hell.

 

The Wictor has learned to use the mouse. And now the kids’ computer, strategically placed in a common area so that older children with self-control may use it when they please, has been taken over by the Terrible Two. 

 

Actually, that’s not fair, The Wictor doesn’t seem to have entered the Terrible Twos yet. Except where the computer is concerned. The house now resonates with regular wails of “Ah Wan PBS Ki’ !!!!!!” And if another child should so much as glance towards the computer they will be literally bowled over by the screaming. “No! Mah Coh pooter!

 

This morning I walked upstairs to find him watching a video commercial for wrinkle cream on Yahoo! and quietly whimpering. 

 

If he is going to have a Metal Mommy I suppose the interaction provided by PBS Kids online is a step above the TV. And if those Dell commercials on the spanish channels are to be believed, he even needs this computer time so that he will not, later, fail horribly in school.

So really, I wouldn’t mind so much, if his new confidence with things digital didn’t extend to the Wii. 

 

 

Now, the Wii is my domain. It’s bad enough that I have to share it with the T-Bot and Baby Sister. And last night, when I was just points away from getting us to the next level of Elebits, The Wictor arrived and declared “Mah Tur’! Mah Tur’ !!!!!” 

 

“No,” I said firmly, “My turn. You go play PBS Kids on the computer” 

 

Unfortunately he is stronger than I am. Also I have delicate ears. 

As he noisily wrestled the controller out of my hands (and a million Elebits sauntered past, arrogant in the knowledge that they had just become untouchable) I asked helplessly,

 

“And what are you going to do with that controller anyway?” 

 

“Ah,” he declared proudly, “Ah gonna click o’  ”A”!”