Three of the grandsons were here last week. While their home base was actually their other grandparents’ beach home, across the Intracoastal Waterway about five minutes or so from us unless the drawbridge is up, they were hauled back and forth every day.
At the beach, they were indulged with boogie boarding, boating, tubing, fishing, and the company of three younger cousins. Here at the beach-house-not-on-the-beach, Camp Granddad offered biking, games, golfing, movies, swimming in the pool, and, of course, the dreaded banana cake. Is that Kid Paradise or what?!
We were surprised though, when one of the most popular activities turned out to be our new iPad. Are today’s kids born with an extra electronics chromosome?
The iPad already had a bunch of games on it, synced from Dearly Beloved’s phone. No, he doesn’t play them, but he is a sucker when it comes to grandson requests. After he ceded primary iPad rights to me, I moved most of those apps into a Kids’ Games folder, but I took Good Egg Son’s suggestion and left the Angry Birds app separate because he thought I might enjoy it. It’s the free version–12 levels. One evening a couple of weeks ago, I tried it.
Crack cocaine addiction could not possibly work any faster.
I labored on that game for days, finally working up to Level 12, at which point I found myself and my birds baffled. It bugged me so much that I’d try it in bed after DB fell asleep and yes, I’m totally embarrassed to admit that.
Then the grandsons arrived. The oldest is a 10-year-old chess playing, electronics-loving, piano-playing, math whiz whose eyes lasered onto that iPad before he got both feet in the door.
Since he was now well beyond any games already there, he convinced his granddad to add Plants & Dragons. (After all, we figured, how violent can a game which shoots frozen green peas be? Of course, that was before the President told Republicans to eat their peas and we witnessed first hand how green peas can stop Congress.)
Wanting to show off that I spoke the language, I proudly mentioned to Grandson that I had been playing Angry Birds, but was having difficulty with Level 12. He paused from watering his flowers on Plants & Dragons and opened Angry Birds.
Using both hands to play (two hands? I never thought of that…) he tapped something and one bird morphed into three birds. (WOW! You can do that?)
He pressed something else and a second bird became stronger and speedier. (WOW! You can do that?)
He zipped through Level 12 in less than a minute. DB was polite enough not to smirk, but my stupefied look told him I didn’t know bird poop about those moves. Grandson said that if I downloaded the pay version, there are about a hundred levels. I told him I’d think about it.
It was no surprise when the 8-year-old made mincemeat of all 12 levels. My ultimate humiliation came the next day when four-year-old grandson’s little fingers powered, morphed, and multiplied birds as he cruised through all the “Angwy Buds” barricades.
Right then and there I decided I was giving the bird to any more fancy game apps. But hey, I still play word games. Anybody else?
Grab a rock and join me for a game of Hangman. There’s plenty of drawing space here on the cave walls.