little pitchers have big ears

Today, Gamma and I played Mario Kart Wii until I thought my eyeballs would bleed.  Or maybe just during Epsilon’s nap.  But still, for a long, LONG time.  (I should add that I am a FAR better driver in real life than I am on the Wii.  Truly.  I’ve yet to drive off a cliff, or over a banana, or smash repeatedly into a guard-rail in an effort to turn around and move in the right direction.) Gamma has played this much more than I have, and loves to impart special tips that I have yet to discover.

So… there we are, laughing, having a great time (although I may or may not have swore at the ink blobs, and Gamma may or may not have repeated what I said), and Gamma pauses the game and says, “Know what?”  You’re playing and having fun,” here he leans over and taps me repeatedly on the temple, “and you’re learning at the same time.  And didn’t even know it!”  then he resumes the game.

Huh… wonder where he learned that?  Surely I’m not that pedantic?!