Thank you Chris, Aunt Paige, and Uncle Chuck, my three children and my husband now have a new obsession. Really I do not blame you, just the ipad you innocently used to show this game to them. I must confess that even I have spent a few minutes trying to figure out how to get the blasted bird to hit the pigs. Those nefarious prison pigs who stole those innocent but vengeful birds’ eggs—I mean honestly I cannot make this stuff up. It would be one thing if all they did was ask to play this new game, but no, they tell every possible person they meet (who understands English) about “Angry Birds.” Our son draws pictures of the scenes from the game and then makes signs that say--in large letters-- “I want to play Angry Birds.” If you do not believe me, as to the addictive qualities of this game, give it a whirl—you can play on or offline. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. As an aside, husband dear, wants me to assure you that he has conquered his addiction i.e. he has the high score on all the levels--for now anyway…
