Having kids is fun at the beginning when they are cute and compact enough to breastfeed while partying for experience points and doing Sky runs in Final Fantasy XI. When they get old enough to do your crafting and farming for you, it almost feels like all those nights of interrupted sleep tending to their needs was worth it. It’s cute when they start playing all your games and you can share proud parent moments.
When they become teenagers, everything changes. That’s when you find out that they actually have been paying attention to all the lessons you have been teaching them. That’s when they turn your own lessons against you. (more…)
Animal Crossing is not the game for me, which is why I paid no attention to the goings on around the release of Animal Crossing: New Horizons. But two weeks into social distancing with my 14-year old, and I decided that this is indeed the perfect game for this situation.
To be clear, I still have not played this game myself and my understanding of it is limited. My knowledge is relegated to memes, passing comments and tweets from friends, and what I can glean from the mind-piercing shrieks that come from my daughter’s room when something good or bad occurs. She frequently brings her Switch to me to show off some new accomplishment (she took me on a museum tour recently), laments about her wasp stings, visits friends, and designs outfits based on her favourite show, Bee and Puppycat.
Based on her interactions and the internet buzz, I understand that it is a good, sweet way to pass the time, but little did I know that it could also teach my child to be a responsible, financially literate person. (more…)
I would like to retract my original votes for Geralt of Rivia as No. 1 Sword Dad after playing God of War, aka “Dad of War.” I still love Geralt, but his parenting style is kind of—well, by accident of fate, and he spends a lot of time in search of his daughter. Losing your kids on a regular basis isn’t typically the sign of a good parent. (more…)
Just a few months ago I was voted coolest mom of my 13-year-old’s grade eight class, an honour I share with a mom working on her psychology degree who could talk Bruce Wayne out of the cape and cowl and into proper therapy for his trauma. (more…)
Once upon a time, I was fighting Jubileus. Bayonetta is by no means an easy game, even with its button-mashing potential, but I accepted the challenge and, one bright, Sunday morning, surrounded by my family, I took on the final boss. (more…)