Caved

Have you ever caved? Have you ever sworn you would never do something but then caved? I hope you have. I hope I'm not the only one.

Here's some history. My three youngest sons, along with Shulamith's husband, are serious video-game players. I almost used the word "addicts," but I thought better. They all four live productive lives despite their affinity for playing games. "Addict" implies otherwise. No, they are not addicts, but get any two or more of them together, and let the gaming begin! In our house I'm pretty sure we have every system known to humankind, both hand-held and console. Scattered everywhere are those tiny squares that fit in the Nintendo DSI. When the Wii system was released a few years ago, Isaiah and Eli spent the night in a line at Walmart to get their Wii just as soon as it was available, while Seth waited impatiently at home. Yep, my sons are serious game players.

I, however, have remained video-game sober. It's true. I have been able to proudly declare that I have never played a video-game, nor did I have any games downloaded to my phone. Nope! Not gonna do it. Shulamith and Matt have allowed Seth to download and play games on their phones, but not me. My phone was a "no game zone." Until about a week ago.

I caved. I can't even believe I did it, but I must come clean with my beloved blog readers. I caved.

About a week ago, I received a text from Shulamith: "You should download Droidwords on your phone. It's just like Scrabble, it's free, and we can play on our phones!" Oh no! The pressure! What was I to do? Stand firm in my "no games" policy or download this game, so I could play with my daughter?

No contest. I caved.

As you might remember, I already play Facebook Scrabble with two friends from the distant past, Rebecca and Elisa. Now I have Droidwords games going on my phone with both Shulamith and Gerald (once he found out what we were up to, he immediately downloaded the game to his phone too). And I have to admit, it's really fun.

But please tell me it will end with Scrabble. Please! Tell me that next week I won't be shooting zombies or catapulting angry birds or punching anybody.

Tell me it will end with Scrabble. I beg you.