Up late talking games & writing? You're...

I was at work in a very not-fun situation when my wife IM'd me and told me that my son had finally caught an elusive fish he'd been chasing all day.

Electronically.

He's 6 and loving the hell out of the Wii's Fishing Master, and I couldn't be more proud. His catch: the surly (and entirely fictional) Rage Trout. Yellow eyes, molten red scales... it's a real beast.

I can think of few things that would give me as much pleasure as raising a little boy to love games as much as my wife and I do. Him being persistent enough and hanging in there until he reeled in the thing is a damned good start.