It's called a DS, and I don't like it. Whenever my eldest son and I go for a drive he always asks me a million questions about world history and science. I talk for so long that many times I'm hoarse when I come home from our little trips. For Xmas He got a DS, on a three hour car trip he said one thing to me at 2 hrs and 45 minutes, "Gee, I got a stiff neck."
"Could it be," I reply, "because you've been playing that DS for almost three hours?"
His response was silence.
Where were the questions about Hitler and WWI, the American revolution and the Invention of the light bulb? I hope they aren't gone forever.
The Nintendo DS STINKS and I don't like it.
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