I have a six-year-old son, and like many other little (and ok, not-so-little)
boys kids, he’s lately become rather obsessed with a gaming phenomenon called Minecraft, which I don’t know that much about. Hubby assures me that Minecraft is actually a pretty good game for the kid to be obsessed with, because it teaches visual-spacial recognition and allows the player to creatively build basically anything s/he can dream up, using various materials (dirt, rock, lava, obsidian, plants, even animals) that can be gathered and processed as building blocks or refined into useable building materials (wood, diamond, iron, leather, etc). I’m told there is even a Minecraft Club at his school, which he’s been begging to be allowed to join, so I have to acknowledge that educators must agree that this is a better than average game for youngsters. Anyway, the bottom line is, my young love is so obsessed with Minecraft, that when he’s not playing it himself, he spends his spare time watching others play Minecraft on YouTube. (I cannot imagine anything more boring than this pastime, but there you have it. He watches these YouTube Minecraft legends play their game. All. The. Time.)
The other night, I was eating a snack at the Computer, watching a clip from The Crucible, when the young love approached. He watched along with me, and asked what I was watching. It was the scene in Act 1 with Abigail and the other girls around Betty on the bed. I told him it was a play, The Crucible, and that I’d seen it when I went to London. He quickly responded that he liked to play Minecraft better than to play The Cruise Control, which seemed a bit of a non sequitur, but I’m really quite clueless about his video games, and I assumed there was some game called Cruise Control that wasn’t as fascinating to him as Minecraft, so I agreed with him, and got back to my Crucible-watching.
Fast forward to last evening, when the young love brought his tablet to the dinner table, apparently unable to tear himself out of the Minecraft world long enough to eat. I naturally admonished him that we don’t play video games at the dinner table, and he whined that it wasn’t fair. Puzzled, because this has always been the rule, and it applies to both kids, I asked what wasn’t fair.
“You spent the longest luncheon ever playing The Cruise Control!”
I stared at him. “What are you talking about? I don’t play Cruise Control!”
“Yes, you do. I’ve seen you do it.”
“You just always play The Cruise Control. And you spent the longest luncheon of anyone in the world doing it.”
“What!? I don’t think so! I happened to have the shortest lunch ever- just a protein shake! And I do that every day! What are you talking about?”
“No, because in September before my birthday, that’s when you spent 10 days in luncheon. And I know you played The Cruise Control a bunch of times when you were there.”
Finally, I started to get the drift. Suddenly it all became quite clear… Hubby let out a whoop of laughter, coming to this realization just as I did.
In September, I did spend 10 days in London. And I did see a play called The Crucible more than once while I was there.
Maybe the young love needs a hearing aid. LOL