Dodo Eggs

I’m twelve years old and in the sixth grade.  I love to play strategy games like World of Geekcraft and War Whamer.  My mom says I waste too much time on those dumb games and that if I don’t quit I’d have dragons coming out of my ears!  Man is she dumb, she doesn’t understand that dragon summoning is a level 67 spell!

What really bothers me is that my dad kicks me off the computer during the commercials of whatever sport he’s watching.  He wants me to “do something useful” but when he’s at home all he does is watch sports!  I’m thinking useful might be etching flames into the paint of his new car.  I draw flames really well.

If my mom isn’t yelling at me to shut off the computer, she’s directing her surplus breath into her cell phone.  She never shuts up!  Her laugh sounds a little like the sound flame demons make when I skewer them with the Pole-Ax of Thor.  (Ouch, right?)  The only call I appreciate her making is to Pizza Hut.

Have I mentioned my sister?  She does nothing but text and write slanderous comments about her friends on some FacePage.com website.  I heard her tell mom the other day that all that texting and posting was helping her writing and spelling skills.  Yea right!  Yesterday I caught her texting one of her friends about a Bobby Buther.  You won’t tell me that,  “U Lov BB!?  Hs crak wets wen he swets!  XD” is the Queen’s English!! (She’ll have carpal tunnel before she’s out of college!)

Anyway, the whole family looks down on me for how I spend my free time.  How do I tell my family that they are leisure bigots?