April 3, 2011 in Uncategorized
Layla’s conversation with herself going on behind me:
“Piggie porkchops! Oh yeah! Ima gonna have me a piggie buffet! If I had a furnace, that is. Never mind, I got me thousands of porkchops anyway, boo-yah! That means I’ve killed a lot of pigs, shame poor piglets. Oh yeah, oh yeah, piggie buffet, boo-yah!
“Oh, mommy I didn’t know you were still there”
She’s playing Minecraft, a weird computer game Conor introduced her to. It’s a world of blocky blocks and Creepers and square sheep and apparently, porkchops.
I’ve never been a gamer. I’ve just never gotten into it.
Conor’s been gaming since his first discovered Tomb Raider at 4 years old. He’s always trying to get me to try some new game; discreetly leaving CD’s next to my bed “Just try this one mom, you’ll like it.”
Except, trust me, I won’t.
Layla started off with the Barbies and Magic School Bus and has moved on to Tomb Raider, Minecraft etc. Neither of them like blood and guts, they prefer something with a bit of thought or challenge to it. So I’m fairly confident it’s not turning them into axe-murderers.
My mother is a rampant gamer, constantly trying out new stuff. The three of them are always chatting about some strategy or graphics thing or other such mystical things of which i have no knowledge.
I just don’t have the patience, the hand-eye coordination or the imagination for it. Makes me feel boring when I hear them all having such a good time.
Dull sad mother who JUST DOESN’T GET IT – that’s me.
Piggie buffet sounds like such fun, if only I was interested.