After that exchange with Mr. Parton in my previous blog entry, I thought maybe it was a good idea to have some closure on the loss my boys felt for their games and Gamecube. I decided to take home some comfort food in memory of the old Gamecube, and put the matter to rest. It was a silly notion, but I wanted to have some excuse for having pizza, chips, pop and ice cream tonight. Besides it was not so often that we ate these junk at home. A treat would be nice.
I passed by Wal-Mart after work to buy the items, came home and announced we were going to have a memorial for the Gamecube, games and DVDs that we lost about a year to this day.
“This is weird, Mom,” Gabriel and Markus snickered.
“Well, I just thought you might want to remember your old Gamecube. May it rest in pieces,” I said.
“Mom! It was just in one piece when it was taken,” Gabriel interjected.
“OK. Then, may it rust in peace,” I replied.
“Mom, it is plastic, not metal. It won’t rust. That’s even more dumb,” he answered back, shaking his head.
Whatever. Just enjoy the meal.
I guess my boys have moved on, as did their Gamecube.