I wrote about my vow to unplug my kids–Monday through Friday, anyway–in my latest column:

When my kids were little, I was adamant that I would never allow video games in the house.

“Those things rot your brain!” I’d protest to my husband, whose brain, I figured, must be at least three-quarters rotted by then.

I wasn’t entirely scientific in my protest. My only evidence was a gut feeling that there was something really WRONG about the look that came over a kid’s (and, OK, my husband’s) face when they were deeply involved in an on-screen battle or quest.

read the rest, then do tell us about how video games work in your house. Do your kids play? Do you or your spouse? Do you set limits or give them free reign? And most important: do you play Rock Band?