I have a 3 year old son, and we made the mistake of buying him Lego Batman for the xbox360 for christmas. I say mistake, I mean, travesty of bad judgement really.
Now, don't get me wrong, the thought of my 3 year old being able to play on the xbox and leave me the hell alone for five minutes is wonderful, but they have made it easy enough for him to play, but thrown in a few curveballs to make it hard enough for him not to be able to finish a level.
This means, far from having time to organise my collection of Italian Lira, or whittle, I need to constantly provide assistance to the boy, inboth an advisory and practical capacity. I mean, of course I know Poison Ivy is the best on to go through the toxic waste and double jump to that ledge, but why is that more important than fashioning a windmill out of this peice of Serbian Balsa?
Truth is, my kids are great, but I'm at the point where I need at least one of them to branch out on their own and give me a bit of a break. I thought that Lego Batman might have been a window to push him through, but, alas. Life is not as simple as it should be. So now, rather than anticipate some quality time with the wife, or some books on East Peruvian Pan-pipery, every time he wants to play Lego Batman, I'm filled with dread of the next ridiculous question I'm asked. Like "Can I be Indiana Jones and fight Catwoman?"
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