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June 23, 2014 / Andee Frizzell

From The Mouths of Babes

Screen Shot 2014-06-23 at 9.20.32 AMMy partner Jack has three children, two of which are young boys, ages 8 and 11.
Adapting my ‘lone wolf’ existence, to that of being one, in a pack of five has brought about many new experiences (like wearing pants around the house) and new adventures.

I have been introduced to TEC DECKS, miniature finger skateboards, not iPod docks for a patio like I assumed; RC race cars, trucks and helicopters, toy transport vehicles that are remote control operated not sponsored by the American soft drink company RC, also an incorrect assumption of mine and the World of MindCraft, the only video game, Jack, an industrial designer by trade, allows the boys to play.

I sat, one Saturday morning, wedged between Reece and Hunter, sipping on my first cup of coffee while fighting back waves of nausea, as the boys navigated through the pixilated world of MindCraft, describing the rules of the game to me with the rushed, sugar fuelled enthusiasm that only children possess.

The screen tilted and spun like the teacup ride at Disneyland, while each boy, in turn, showed me the levels of survival mode, creative mode and the existence of the non-hostile mobs that consist of square shaped cows and pigs; I was sure I was going to barf before the demonstration had reached its conclusion and my comprehension.

To stop the continuous spinning, of my head and of the images on the TV, I appointed Reece, the elder of the two, to explain, slowly, the mechanics of the game to me.

During his lengthy explanation, made that much longer by my continuous need for clarification on the concepts that were alluding me, (Creepers, Hell portals, spawn points), he clicked on the resource reserve; where one can trade items one has collected for items one may need, such as tools made out of iron instead of stone or food.

My mind wandered, as I pondered, whether or not the bread traded for the wheat was sans the chemical found in rubber-soled shoes and if one could opt for white bread over multigrain, my personal preference, when noticing my distraction, Reece turned to me, desperate to impart some invaluable sliver of wisdom that would draw my attention back to the lesson.

”Never… trade your diamonds for hoes. Its just not worth it,” he declared.

Very profound grasshopper, very profound.

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  1. arcticgoddess / Jun 26 2014 2:04 am

    Profound in any time and language.

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