And they get it from their Father.
It’s the foreign language of “role playing games”.
Try, hard as I might, I simply don’t understand it.
And in truth, I don’t want to understand it…
They talk about tactics and winning the peasants over. There are health points and kill points. Weapons strength and gold. And a whole other lot of game-speak that goes over my head.
It’s something that they share with their Dad. And even though there are times when I wish that their thing-in-common was bike-riding or rugby (I tend to worry about the whole ‘sedentary-lifestyle/bad for your eyesight’ aspect of computer games), it makes me happy that the 3 of them can sit, play and chat… and enjoy one another’s company.
Because not all kids (or dads) are so lucky to have that time together…
And I get left in peace 🙂