When the girls were at my house last weekend, I introduced them to Wii Fit. Now, if you have Wii Fit you know that as soon as you start, it checks your BMI, your balance, your age, and from all that information comes up with your “Wii Fit Age.” Depending on the time of day and how much alcohol I’ve consumed, my Wii Fit Age has been anywhere from 24 to 45. Saturday night, my Wii Fit Age was a respectable 27, three years younger than I actually am.
The Youngest, who is almost 13 got on the Wii Fit next. She is always seen as “the athletic one” in the family because she’s always involved in several sports and is likely to get up and do something active in her spare time because she can’t stand to sit still. By contrast, The Oldest and I would rather sit and read or knit or whatever, not run. So The Youngest gets on the balance board and doesn’t complete one of the tests and doesn’t do great on the second one. The cheeky Wii Fit asks her if she trips a lot when she walks, and then presents her with a Wii Fit Age of 22, a full ten years older than she actually is. The Oldest and I howl, and The Youngest pouts.
The Oldest takes the balance board, completes the tests, and is announced to have a Wii Fit Age of 15, which is her actual age. She and I high-five, as we, the non-athletic ones, have finally beaten the Youngest at something, even if it was an exercise video game. “At least my Wii Fit Age isn’t ten years older than me” is going to go down in family history as a comeback to anything.
