As an early Christmas present, I gave my son a membership to Minecraft. The first night we installed it, I hacked my way into an underground cave where a spider climbed on my back and bit me to death. From our screaming, you'd have thought real spiders were on our backs.
While my son plays daily, I only join in occasionally. Every day, though, he gives me the update on his world, the scary monsters, and his building design plans. It's our thing. I love this bond with him. Sometimes, sharing the desk, he'll play Minecraft while I work on the computer. That way I can look up and see him try to ride a pig or watch him fly.
One day, I'm gonna wow him. He'll log on and find the awesome house I built for him with an inventory stocked with useful materials and weapons. Jeepers. Did I even say that right?
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Taylor had been debating whether you were cool or not. After I told him that you were playing Minecraft, you are definitely in!
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I am quite surprised. Why did he even need to debate the issue? Ugh. Oh well, just tell him that we need to connect on the game so that I can sneak up from behind and kick his Minecraft-blocky tushie.
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