We had an appraiser come this morning, so last night I was frantic to get some piles cleaned up that have been laying around since we moved in. Andy agreed to watch the boy while I worked, and when I came into the family room this is what I saw:
I guess if you put the boy on the Wii Fit and convince him that he's the one having a great time while you actually push him back and forth where you want him to be so that you can win the game, then you're doing your job. I remember my dad doing similar types of babysitting when I was a kid. Of course we didn't have a Wii back then, just Walker Texas Ranger and Knight Rider.