I haven't seen Alexander that thrilled in a very long time. He wanted me to film him so that he could always remember how happy he was when he opened the package. I couldn't find the camera and when I did it needed to be re-charged. So I figured it was a good time to explain what a mental picture was. Eliot was his personal assistant, jumping up to get scissors, throw away wrapping. Then she was accorded the dubious honor of watching him play. A role she didn't take lightly.
The funny part came at night when he had to turn off the game to go to sleep and realized he hadn't learned how/if he could save the points accumulated during this one hour long game. Watching his frantic worry, Eliot voiced her concerns: "I hope he doesn't get 'dicted."
On our way to school this morning, Alexander said: "My ultimate goal is getting every Pokemon game there is."
That's your ultimate goal? That really shouldn't be what you are striving for in life."
No, just joking, Mommy. Of course, I want to get married, have a wife and children.
(Help, you're only nine.) About that Pokemon collection...I say, good plan, jump right in...
(Alexander in Ubud, Bali)