They had a Wii on the shelf of the IronWood Michigan Super Wal-mart. I saw it. I looked at it through the glass. It was so cute and innocent. It looked up at me with it’s little sad Wii eyes and begged me to take it home with me. “I already have a Wii,” I said, more to myself than to the Wii behind the glass, playing with the other consoles. It stopped and scratched one of it’s corners with it’s hind leg and tumbled over awkwardly.
So. Cute.
“Do you think it would be alright,” I asked my wife, “if we just took it out and played with it a little?”
“You always get so upset,” she said. “You get weepy for days. ‘Oh, Dana, what do you think happened to that little Wii? Wasn’t it cute? Do you think It went to a good home? I hope it went to a good home.‘“Wiis
I shrugged. “Yeah. But look at him,” I said. “He’s so cute.”
“Or,” she continued, “you get that look in your eye and you, even though you know better, buy him and bring him home. What do we need with two? It’s a bad situation,” she said. ‘You can’t take him out and just play with him without getting attached and you know it,” she said. “Or did you forget the fiasco with the Saturns?”
“You’re right,” I said, sticking my hands in my jacket pockets— like that would somehow quell the urge to cuddle and snuggle the little Wii. “It’s so sad that they have him penned up in here, though,” I said. “He’s so cute, and he deserves a better life than this.”
“Honey,” she pleaded,exasperated. “Why do you even walk through here. You know you go through this every time you see one in the case.”
“I know,’ I said, “I just like to see them; I like to know they’re out there, you know?”
Would it really make you happy to bring him home?’ She asked.
“Probably. For a little while. Think of how the pair of them will play together. That would be kind of fun. I bet they’d really get along.”
“But can you really give both of them the attention they deserve.”
I didn’t say anything. She knew the answer to that. Between our daughter, my work, and my side jobs, I didn’t have time for the one Wii we already had. “Maybe we could just by a new controller, instead?” I asked.
“Ok, sweetie,” said Dana. “But no numb-chuck, Ok? Just a wiimote.”
I smiled, took a longing glance at the little Wii tumbling over a box of Wii-Fit and prancing around some Wii-play bundles. It had already forgotten me. “Good luck, little guy,” I said. “I sure hope you don’t end up on eBay.