Super Smash Bros. Brawl

Carol’s son, Harry, came over yesterday to play our Wii for about an hour while she ran some errands, and when she returned she asked how things had gone. I let her know that in that hour I had heard Harry speak more words than in the entire four years I’ve known him.

“He had a conversation with you?” she asked.

“Not really,” I explained. “But I heard him say to himself over and over again, ‘This game is so easy.’”