“Boys!  Five more minutes and we’re turning the games off.”

No response.

In a louder voice, “Boys, I’m talking to you.  Do you hear me?”

Nothing.  Not even a blink.

Still louder. “We are turning off the tablet and the Leapster in five minutes.  Got it?  Say ‘Yes, Mom.’”

Still nothing.  Tap, tap, tap.   Nothing.  A marching band could come stomping through and the little zombies wouldn’t look up.

“That’s it,” an irrelevant voice mutters quietly to itself. “If you’re not going to answer me, I’m taking them away right now.”

Two little heads pop up from their screens, eyes wide with alarm.  “Okay, Mom. Five minutes.”