Grounded

from the DS.

"...for wo...  NO, TWO weeks."

Because when your mother says give me the DS in a stern voice, you probably shouldn't toss it down the stairs at her.  I could see it in his face as he made the decision to do it, and I also saw the instant regret the moment it slipped out of his hands as he tried to take it back mid-air. The slow motion fall of that little red box will hopefully live in his mind for a long, long time. 

Too bad Nicholas.  Gravity will get you every time.

Now I can play Super Mario Bros. all I want to.

Whoop-itty-do.