Monday, March 29, 2010

Dream Come True

I've always had a fascination with various games.  I remember one grandfather teaching me how to play card games and another grandfather playing checkers with me.  I grew to love chess around junior high.  I've enjoyed video games since I was 6 or 7 and my mom got my dad an Atari that I pretty much usurped.

However, I also grew up an only child which means that I rarely had someone my age to play with me.  The appeal of the endless games of cards in college was nearly irresistible and I spent many an hour playing Euchre, both standard and the double-deck bid variety.  

I've tried to encourage this with Lily, but she's not that into it.  She will play games, but she'd rather play an imaginary game with her LEGO people than to play a competitive game, which is fine.  I did try to get her into chess, but I think I started a bit too young and she doesn't have the right temperament for it either.  I had hoped that she would be the gaming companion I longed for.

Enter the Pook.  Anytime we have any kind of lull he asks, "Daddy, want to play game?"  It can be a game on the "iTod Pouch" (iPod Touch), a plug-n-play game on the TV like Pac Man, or a game on "the station" (PlayStation 2).  He is relentless in his asking.  I always thought that this would be a dream come true, but it's starting to get a bit annoying at times.  I now realize that I need to be careful what I wish for.