The Nintendo DS is a remarkable piece of engineering. Not only does it provide hours of dual-screen fun with its cute yet addictive games, but it is also built to withstand mistreatment at the hands of destructive children and clumsy adults alike. Last night, I knocked it off the edge of the bathroom sink onto the concrete floor below -- and nothing. Not a dent. Not a nick. Not a scratch. And the boys were a little frisky when I turned them on this morning, but I don't think that had anything to do with the fall.
PJ has generously road-tested the sturdiness of various game console controllers (and Wi-Fi routers, and DVDs) by throwing them at walls -- the walls usually came off worse, thanks to the cheap plasterboard the builders obviously used -- but has never got sufficiently stuck on a game to toss an Xbox or a PlayStation across the room. Yet. (Famous last words . . .) But somehow, I doubt they'd stand up as well as the DS did.
I heart Nintendo.
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