We had a car journey recently where the iPads had been left at home for once. At one point, my daughter observed that we (I think she meant the parents) were actually quite funny. It’s obviously only taken 10 years to come to that realisation…
This was after a very illuminating conversation about Minecraft. For my mum and dad, that’s a computer game that’s a bit like digital Lego.
My son had just signed up to something that allowed his friends to join him virtually in his world. It then turns out that he was having to enforce the ‘rules’ of the world. When asked how you do that, he explained the only option is to kill the rule breaker.
My husband then observed that it sounded very similar to a dictator, who takes harsh steps to enforce their authority, and that he’d have to be thoughtful about not hurting people’s feelings.
At that point, our daughter piped up to say otherwise he’d be a dick-tater!
A quick google search confirmed that is in fact not the origin of the word, just a coincidence…?
From there we got into how the (Minecraft) world works.
Apparently, you need villagers to do stuff for you.
To get villagers you have to cure zombies (by throwing them an apple), building a bedroom, putting two in there and throwing them some bread (recurring theme here?), so they then create love particles… which turn into children.
Exactly how my son and daughter were born of course, so no need for further explanations there!
Queue 🤮 from the kids!
Tough Mother 