Balls

Eryn told me this morning when I got up, "I got up in the middle of the night. I went to the bathroom. I played MarioKart. Then I went back to bed." She's never gotten up in the middle of the night to hang out by herself. I'm going to have to be a bit more careful about leaving Netflix fare like Zombie Strippers in the DVD player.

So the title story is also about MarioKart. This morning, when Eryn and I were playing she yelled out, "I was hit by firey balls!"

Pooteewheet said, from upstairs, "What?"

Eryn, "I was hit by firey balls! Not balls like Dad's balls. But, you know. Spheres. Firey spheres."

Personally I'm glad they weren't like my balls because it would mean either a.) I need to see a clinic or b.) we purchased the X-rated version of MarioKart.