A Wii system is like a new family member that everyone has to adjust to. I know: I bought one this week. It arrived with fanfare, a little like a newborn. My kids had lightehartedly wowed at their cousin's system--much like kids expecting new brother sister spend a little extra time around a friend's baby brother--but had never owned their own game system, unless you count the hand-me-down Nintendo 64 we had when my oldest son was three.
No one could predict the effects buying our own system could have. After the initial joy of the set up (visiting the new baby and bringing it home from the hospital), we goit to playing. My oldest son took an immediate liking and got good at several sporst in a hurry. My middle child enjoyed it somewhat but mostly got frustrated. It's hard to ski jump in perfect balance when you're four. My youngest didn't really get it, except that he knew unplugging it pissed my other kids off.
Everything was fine until Lego Star Wars arrived. The first time I opened it I played for five hours...
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