Haven’t we reached Peak Minecraft? Not in my house.
Though my ten-year-old’s obsession with Minecraft first took hold three years ago—back when Minecraft was all the rage—I have to hand it to him. He’s sticking with it, despite the imperialist hegemony of Fortnite. What’s more, he’s not a fan of the newer game. “Too much violence,” he says, despite his affection for Nerf guns and laser tag.
The Minecraft connection began when some of my friends came by with an iPad and a teenager. “While we catch up,” my friends said, “Henry [their kid] can show Gus [my kid] all the stuff he’s building in Minecraft.”
It sounded innocent enough—not like the kind of thing that would destroy the very fabric of our family.
“Hey dad,” Gus asked the next day. “Can I download an app? It’s only $4.99.”