The curse of The Angry Birds

So technology is really biting us in the ass these days. One time, a long time ago, probably in a store  we let Liam play Angry Birds on our cell phone. What a mistake that was. He took to it. And at first it was a nice distraction to be able to use while we were out shopping, at a restaurant or in another situation that required him to be quiet and entertained for a little bit.

But now? Shit. It is all he talks about. He asks to play at least 10 times a day. And man, if we have to take it away from him for some reason, watch out! It is literally the end of the world.

This morning... 6:25am, I go in his room to get him ready for school these were his first words to me:
{whispering} "I play spaceship angry birds with my Daddy?"

Really? Those are the first words of the day? Ugh!

Curse you Angry Birds!