When my grandkids were young, they halfheartedly introduced me to Nintendo while smirks and frustration crossed their faces when I couldn't get the hang of the buttons.
I quietly purchased my own console and locked myself away until I solved each of their favorite games. When next we played, I can't tell you how much pleasure it gave me to whip their little butts.
They invited classmates to challenge me and cheered me on to win in a variation of that classic boast ~ my dad can whip your dad.
They advanced to the next system, the next, the next and then the next but those games didn't entice me like the earlier ones. They weren't as much fun and, believe me, I'm a strong proponent of fun which doesn't hurt anybody bloody.
Sometimes the Wii tempts me – I love the Bowling/Golf games and Yoga looks pretty cool but for now I'll keep my fingers nimble with the old game – it suits me.
In bursts of nostalgia, some of these grown grandkids drop by to play the old system and admit how they wish they still had their original consoles. I rarely sneer or smirk in front of them.