As I noted recently, we got a Wii for Christmas. The Daughter has taken to it like a fish to water, while I've taken to it like...well, not so well. The game we play most often is Super Mario Brothers, on which The Daughter is progressing nicely, while I put poor Mario through debilitating death after death, grisly demise after demise, and sad fate after fate.
Lots of times I can see Mario's shuffling from the mortal coil coming a mile away as I scramble to avoid various pitfalls and nemeses, but then there are the times in which the Smiting of Mario takes me completely by surprise. In those moments, I look like the photo above. Ouch. Poor Mario!