My wife has grudgingly accepted that I have the game bug, have always had the game bug (ever since that first encounter with Rogue on the school VAX...very few of you know what I'm talking about, but don't worry, it's just something from the prehistoric pre-MTV world when we had to make our own pizza pockets by folding two slices together), and will always have the game bug.

 She was intent, however, on making sure my son didn't catch the same disease.  But what she has failed to comprehend is that it isn't a disease you catch....it's passed on genetically.  He was born a gamer.  Plain and simple. How do I know?

At one month, he began to coo and smile joyously at the sound of the gameboy booting up...that soft tinkle of bells and the white screen caught his attention, and that was the end.

Nowadays, its the DS or the computer that gets him happily peeping away.  Too late mom...he was gaming in the womb I bet.

 That's my boy.