I have a small computer problem. Do you remember when I started the cartoon farm and could not leave it? Remember how I made Brent set up a laptop all along our trip to Florida so I could harvest my crops? Yeah, I abandoned that with a crop of potatoes rotting in the ground.
For a while I tried a cartoon island. I had to go hopping around other cartoon islands looking for buried treasure. I never quite took to it. There was something slot machine-esque about it. You could dig for hours and come up with nothing.
One day last week while digging for buried cartoon treasure I saw there was a new game. It’s a cartoon homestead. Loved it immediately. There was land to clear. Cartoon snakes to clobber with my cartoon shovel. A cabin to build. Loved it! Loved it!
Problem was it was so new no one else was playing and you need cartoon neighbors to advance. I had to convince my friends and loved ones to play. Soon Brent had a cartoon homestead and now the Old Children have ones. Cyberspace Sarah is scaring off bears by shouting a tiny cartoon, “Hey! Hey!” If I didn’t know how sad it would be I would set up an account for Preschooler D.
hmmmm . . . sad or resourceful?
. . . Maybe I should try reading a book.