It all started about a month ago, when my two younglings became, let's say, a little obsessed with the Super Mario Bros. games. So there's been more than a fair share of brawling and karting going on lately, but I was surprised when they asked for the original Super Mario from the wii shop. They're usually not into the " old fashioned " two dimensional games.
Little did they know, I spent a good part of my fifth grade summer at the Marinos mastering that game. ( Along with watching the movies Summer School, The Karate Kid and Nightmare on Elm Street at least ten times each. )
So after watching them struggle with the game for a while, I asked them if they wanted me to save the princess.
The surprised look on their faces as I introduce them to the warp room on level 1-2 was priceless. " How did you do that? " My reply, " I'm Magical. "
Long story short, we warp to level 4. I'm cruising through like it's nothing, hitting all the right spots and dodging the turtles. The boys are freaking out. Level 4-2. I stop and jump where there appears to be nothing but a brick, and out of nowhere, up pops a vine that leads into the clouds. I ask, " Should we warp to world 8? "
The rest, and Bowser, is history.
