Playing Video Games and Much More Fun Until...

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Wednesday started with the sweet realization that school was out due to the virus. Score! This rare break calls for one thing: a gaming marathon. No time to waste—straight to the console. I hit up Rowley to see if he's down.

"Rowley?" I buzzed through the phone.

"Yeah, Greg?" Rowley's voice came through.

"Wanna come over for some game action?" I pitched.

"Sorry, Greg. Mom says we gotta social distance, so no go on that," Rowley replied, sounding disappointed.

Bummer. No Rowley, but hey, more gaming for me, right? Just as I was getting into it, Mom calls from downstairs.

"Greg?!"

"Yeah, Mom?" I yelled back, eyes glued to the screen.

"Put the controller down, kiddo. Social distancing rules apply," Mom reminded me.

"But Mom, isn't gaming inside enough social distancing?" I argued.

"Nope. Gotta follow the safety drill," Mom laid down the law.

"Fine, what's the drill then?" I grumbled.

"Wash hands, keep your distance, mask up," Mom rattled off.

"Mom, we've been over this in school. Can I game now?" I pleaded.

"Nuh-uh, Greg," Mom shut it down.

Seriously? Why do I need to know all this virus stuff?

"Just listen to your mom, Greg. We're all in this," Dad chimed in from the other room.

Then, Rodrick started blasting his "Loaded Diaper" tune on his drums.

"Rodrick?!" Mom snapped.

"What?" Rodrick fired back.

"Social distancing, remember?" Mom reminded him.

"But Mom, the band's gotta jam!" Rodrick protested.

"Not with a virus lurking," Mom shot back.

"So you want me to sit around twiddling my thumbs?" Rodrick challenged.

"Greg games, and I jam. What's the diff?" he argued.

"Not cool social distancing, Rodrick," Mom stood firm.

"I don't care, Mom. I'm doing it," Rodrick rebelled.

"Do it, and you're grounded," Mom threatened.

"Fine," Rodrick mumbled, clearly not thrilled about it.

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