My Son Wants To Be A Scientist

Is it just me or is 7 a bit young to decide what career you want to do when you grow up? Yeah, yeah, I know he’ll change a hundred more times before he leaves school. But then, a lot of us probably do know people who decided young and kept on track to the career they wanted. And with the Olympics just ending, we know that a lot of those competitors have been training from an early age.

The real question for me though, is how much should I encourage his choices at this stage? Especially when there is a high chance he will, like most kids, change his mind again and again. For me, I think I’m going to encourage and support him as much as he’ll take. That way he’ll really know whether he has a real interest in that area, and he’ll know what it’s really about.

Perhaps we should take a step back and look at how this all came up though.

Last week Jay (my son) had Thursday and Friday off school because of the PSLE (Primary School Leaving Exams) that all grade 6 students go through. As a side note, do any other countries have major national exams for Primary/Elementary students? I know we didn’t in Australia, and as far as I know they still don’t, and I’ve never heard of any other countries doing it, but I guess there could be some doing it.

Anyway, as I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself, last Thursday and Friday Jay had no school. So on Thursday my wife, SO, took the day off and took him to “KidsSTOP” at the Singapore Science Centre, which is aimed at children up to 8 years of age, and introduces younger kids to the world of science. Luckily Jay is 7 so he can still go there. They apparently enjoyed it and when they got home Jay told me he wanted to go to the main Science Centre the next day, which caters for older kids and teenagers.

So Friday came and, having taken the day off to spend with him, we set off to the Science Centre to learn about sciency stuff and hopefully have a bit of fun doing it. We ended up spending about 5 hours walking around the exhibits and learning about all the different types of science and playing with the contraptions they have on display. It was tiring, but we had a great time, and I’d like to do more things like that with him in the future.

At the end of the day, on the way home, Jay told me that he had decided he wants to be a scientist. If this had been the first mention of it I probably wouldn’t have taken it that seriously, and figured it was just because he’d had fun, but he’s mentioned it a few times in the past. Which is why we wanted to take him there in the first place.

So now, even though he won’t start studying science at school until next year, we’re already on the look out for things we can get him to jump start his interest in science. We’ve talked to him about the periodic table and he’s excited, as only a 7 year old can be, to get one and start learning all about the elements and how they interact. Time will tell how far he takes it, but as long as he’s interested I want to keep feeding his interest and we’ll take him back to the science centre to further explore what they have there. Oh, and if you’re interested in what’s at the centre take a look here.

My Son’s Addicted to Pokemon Go and it’s Slowly Killing Me

I’m sure everyone’s heard about the new Pokemon Go game that’s so popular right now. You go around in the real world and collect pokemon, gotta catch em all, right?

The thing is, when I first heard of the game, I wasn’t really interested in getting it. Sure, the concept sounded good, and it seemed like an interesting game. And for fans of the show it was obviously a must have game. But see, that’s the thing. Whilst I’ve seen quite a few episodes with my nieces and nephews, and one or two with my son, neither my son or I are what you’d call fans. Sure, when we watched the show we enjoyed it, but it’s not one of the shows we go out of our way to watch.

So what got me to download it and get Jay (my son) to play? We happened to be talking to our doctor (we’ve all been a bit sick lately) and he mentioned how his daughter was playing it and using it as a way to go out and get exercise walking around. And that’s what did it, what better way to get Jay out and exercising than as part of a video game he was playing.

And it worked. Too well as it turned out. The first day we had it (I downloaded it at lunch time), we went out collecting pokemon twice, covering around 5 kilometres. The second day Jay had school, and I was supposed to be working, so we couldn’t go out during the day. But that night he insisted we go out and look for more. So we did since he didn’t have school the next day (national day holiday), and went a couple of kilometres.

And so everyday since has been the same, going out trying to catch more. Except for yesterday when he had school and since today was a school day we didn’t go out at night. But he still went through what he’s collected and upgraded and evolved what he could.

But the extra exercise isn’t the only benefit. Whilst we’ve been out collecting he’s spent more time playing in the local playgrounds, while I sit and watch and collect pokeballs and things from the pokestop. Plus, he’s become more interested in going out to do other things instead of staying home and playing or watching TV. Like going to kick the soccer ball around. In fact when we went out to do that I took my phone out so he could try to catch a pokemon on the way to the field, but instead of playing he told me to put it away.

Overall it’s been a success, Jay’s getting more exercise and actually wants to go out. And I’ve even been taking longer walks when I go out so that I can try to hatch eggs for him (which will hatch after you’ve walked a certain distance). My biggest problem is that it’s wearing me out, my body aches more than it has in a long time, and everyday I seem to be even more tired. The truth though, is that I’m also feeling better physically and it seems to be doing both of us a world of good.

Helping My Son Learn Chinese

Let’s get this out of the way first. I don’t speak Chinese. I don’t read it. And I don’t write it. But still I help my son, Jay, with his Chinese homework. How? We’ll get to that in a minute.

But first some background. Here in Singapore it’s compulsory for children to study their Mother Tongue, which is based on what the Father speaks (don’t ask me, I didn’t write the rules). So even though my wife, SO, is Chinese, we could’ve chosen a different language for Jay to study as his mother tongue since I’m just a white guy who has English as my native language.

The three languages available (if my brain isn’t failing me again) are Chinese (Mandarin), Malay, and Tamil. English is the main language for teaching so that’s not an option. As foreigners we could’ve applied for none (an exemption) or chosen another language altogether, but he would’ve had to study that outside of school, and the chances of approval are supposedly very low.

Since SO is ethnically Chinese (she’s Indonesian by nationality) we decided to choose Chinese. The thing is, her Chinese isn’t that good. Oh, she can speak Mandarin and Hokkien well enough to get by and have conversations in. But her reading and writing aren’t that good.

And, as for me? I know maybe somewhere between 10 and 20 words. Mostly family related, such as addressing brothers or sisters as “ke” or “jie”.

So how do we manage his Chinese education? First line of attack are extra Saturday classes, where he gets an extra 3 hours of lessons at a private tuition centre where they follow the school’s curriculum and reinforce what he learns during the week at school. Which works really well, but leaves the problem of his day to day homework. He can’t leave that till the weekend and ask his tutor for help.

So what do we do? Most of the time my wife helps with the Chinese homework, whilst I take the English, cause I is a good English talker, and she is fluent enough in Chinese. Which works most of the time.

Unfortunately, we sometimes end up having weeks like this last week, where my wife has had late meetings/functions to attend, and couldn’t be home to do the homework with Jay. So, after a period of panicking and trying to hide from him, it’s up to me to try and help him with his homework. Fortunately, he’s doing well enough that he can do most of it with me only encouraging him, and keeping him focused.

He does have weekly spelling tests though (for both English and Chinese, but the English is simple and doesn’t need commenting on (so why did I just comment on it?)), and to help him I need to read the words out for him so he can practice writing them. Fortunately the spelling lists mostly come with the pinyin version of the character. And when they don’t, we’ve found that Google Translate works really well. The problem though is that my pronunciation isn’t the best (in fact it’s terrible), and so, Jay has to go through the words with me before I start reading them to him. Otherwise he has no idea what I’m saying, although when I do get one right the first time he will give me a high five, which happens only once or twice for every list of ten words, but it’s nice to get a reward every now and then. So far, this is working well. And to be honest, I think it actually helps him by reviewing the words in a way that doesn’t seem like it’s him learning, rather it’s him teaching me, so he enjoys it and feels like he’s the smart one (okay, maybe he is the smart one).

Overall, his Chinese is going pretty well, and after his first year he was placed in the top 30% of his year. And considering a lot of those students he beat are native Chinese speakers, I think he’s doing fairly well. I won’t take any credit for it though, he is very smart and has a great memory, so whatever I do to help is only minimal. But I do have to say I’m very proud of him and all he’s accomplished, and maybe, just maybe, what little I do, is enough to help him in some small way.

Can You Play Hide and Seek in a Small Apartment

If you’d asked me a few years ago, whether we could successfully play hide and seek in our home (apartment, unit, whatever you want to call it), I would’ve probably laughed and said “No way”. Why? Well, let’s see. We live in a small 3 bedroom place. Three bedrooms, lounge/TV room, and kitchen. And that’s it. Well, okay there are sperate bathroom and toilet, but that really is it.

So how could we play hide and seek and actually have fun doing it? Where would we hide? Surely finding anyone, even a 5 year old, would be easy, and the game would quickly be over.

What we’ve found out though is that, even though it’s super simple to find people, and seriously I’m just under 6 feet tall how could I possibly hide effectively in our small home, we have a tremendous amount of fun playing. And it’s probably my son Jay’s favourite game.

How does that work? Let me give you an example. Just yesterday I was playing with Jay and he wanted me to hide. So I went to my bedroom and lied down pulling the cover up over my head. It barely covered me, and I’m pretty sure the top of my head was still showing if you looked from the right angle. Obviously it only took him a minute to find me, after thoroughly searching everywhere else in the unit. He may have actually realised where I was earlier, it just took me that long to know for sure he knew where I was.

Anyway, I knew he’d found me, partly from his sniggering, and partly that he changed what he had been saying up to that point. I should probably mention here that as we search we make a running commentary so that the other person (or people) will know what we’re doing and that we are actually looking for them. You know what I mean, “I wonder if he’s in the kitchen”, “I’ll check under the table”, “Let me look in the bathroom”. You get the idea.

So there he was in the bedroom with me under the covers, and he started talking about eating a cheese sandwich, sticking it in his ear, jumping on the bed, and so on. He was trying to get me to laugh, and I knew it. Eventually he jumped up on the bed and started slapping (not too hard) where I was, until I finally had enough and revealed myself.

Or what about when Jay hides? He’s got several places he likes to hide, and to be fair they are quite good and if you weren’t actively looking for him, you probably wouldn’t notice him there. Like under the table in the kitchen with the chairs pulled in. Or in the small bedroom behind the clothes hanging waiting to be ironed. Or under his study table in the middle bedroom. I could easily imagine him being in one of these hiding spaces and having us walk past him repeated without noticing him there.

But like I said, if you’re actively seeking then there’s no where, including these places that are very good at hiding you. At least not for very long.

We do like to have fun though, like trying to make the other person laugh so they reveal where they are hiding. Another thing we do is pretend that we can’t find them. My wife and I do that occasionally with Jay, just so it’s more fun. We each have a place that, if Jay is hiding there, we will continue searching becoming more and more confused about where he could be. Eventually we will give up and tell him we can’t find him and he’ll have to come out of hiding. He enjoys this thinking he’s got one over on us, although part of me wonders if he’s just humouring us and he knows we could find him but let him “win”. Either way, it’s all fun, and a game that he keeps wanting to play over and over and over again.

What Should We Do About Overweight Children

The topic of overweight children and in particular obesity, recently came up when my son, Jay, came home and told us that one of his classmates is only as couple of kilograms lighter than me. Now to put this in perspective, I’m an average height adult male (just under 6 feet tall) and at the high end of the average weight range for my height. The boy on the other hand is around 7 or 8 years old. I haven’t done the math but I reckon he’d be classified as obese.

The thing is, here in Singapore they have a system set up to help deal with weight problems in children. They didn’t do this in Australia when I was a boy, but hopefully they’re doing something similar now. And I’m pretty sure there are other countries that do have similar programs to Singapore, especially with the obesity problems being faced in many countries these days.

Anyway, as I was saying, here in Singapore all children have a health check-up at school (in public schools, not sure about the private/international schools) where the kids have their height and weight measured. They also have eye and teeth checks, but that’s another story.

After the health check, if the child is found to be overweight, they are sent to see a nutritionist and have to attend an extra class at school where they will learn more about health and nutrition and do extra physical exercises. In Jay’s school they have the extra half hour class before school, Monday to Friday, and most sessions involved physical exercise.

How do I know this? Jay was determined to be a bit overweight last year when he was in grade 1. He doesn’t have to go to the extra sessions any more but he’s still a couple of kilos over his ideal weight. Unlike grown adults who would need to lose the extra weight, we’ve been advised to maintain his weight as he grows so that he’ll gain height and get to the ideal height/weight ratio without actually losing any of his weight.

Since he’s not going to the extra classes any more, we have to do more with him at home. During the week this is a bit of a problem since the evenings are taken up by dinner, schoolwork, and then getting ready for bed. On the weekends though, we try to go out and do some physical activity. Our most common activities are bike riding, running, swimming and tennis. Fortunately Jay loves doing all of them and sees them as fun things to do, and not just something he has to do because of his weight.

As far as his diet goes, it hasn’t changed that much. Instead of white rice (we eat rice practically every day), we now use brown rice. We limit the amount of milk he drinks. And are more careful about his portion sizes, and how much meat and vegetables he eats. What about junk food? I hear you ask. Funnily enough, that’s never been a problem. Jay rarely ate it anyway. If he got chocolates or sweets as a gift he’d try one and then leave the rest, which usually meant I’d eat them. Which just goes to show, even when a child only eats healthy food, they can still end up with a weight problem. It’s also about how much you eat, and not just what you eat.

What about that other boy? Well, from what we know it seems his parents don’t care. Jay doesn’t know if he’s been to see the nutritionist, but he knows that the boy has never gone to the extra classes, even when Jay was attending them. And over the last year, the boys weight has continued to climb. It’s a troubling thing, and the government has put in place a system to help with these weight problems, but if the parents don’t care or can’t be bothered to do anything, we’re going to continue to see these problems in young children.

As for Jay, he’s doing well with his weight, maintaining it and continuing to grow taller (he’s going to be taller than me eventually).

What to do with a Stuttering Child

I’ve been told that around 5% of children will develop a stutter that lasts more than 6 months. This is what happened to my son, Jay. To be completely frank, I’ll admit that I don’t recall when he started to stutter, but I can tell you that by the end of his first year of school it had been there for more than 6 months. In fact he had been stuttering for more than a year.

Being a loving father who believes his son is perfect in every way (even after threatening to sell him on ebay), I was in a little bit of denial as to whether it was really a problem. Fortunately (for Jay if not for me) my wife was more believing and convinced me that we should take him to a speech therapist to at least have him checked and see what our options were.

So, off we went to see a speech therapist just before he finished his first year of school. In hindsight I’m glad we did. The therapist is nice and good with kids, and seems to know what she is doing.

The therapist follow the Lidcombe Method and if you want more info on it, just click on that link and you can read all about it.

Anyway, on the Lidcombe Method, the stuttering is given a rating from 1 to 10, with 10 being the most severe, and 1 being no stuttering at all. Jay was right about the middle, coming in around 5 or 6, based on the number of times he stutters in each sentence.

So what, I hear you ask (or maybe I’m hallucinating again?), does this treatment entail? Well, I can only tell you how it went for us.

According to the website above, we were supposed to have an appointment every week. Unfortunately our chosen therapist didn’t have available slots, so we ended up seeing her approximately every 2 weeks. Which turned out okay, although I wonder if having more contact with her it would have improved quicker.

The process was basically the same every time we visited. Both SO (my wife) and I tried to be there for every appointment, which didn’t always work out because of our work schedules, but most of the time we were both there. I think this was an important factor and gave Jay the support and encouragement that he needed through the treatment.

In the sessions it usually started out with the therapist talking with Jay for a while to gauge his level of stuttering, which she then compared to what SO and I had thought of the interaction. She then discussed with us how it had gone since the last session, talking about his stuttering levels for each day (which we had recorded on a calendar), and how we were going with the praising.

I guess I should mention here that praising is a big part of the treatment. When he speaks well, without stuttering, we tell him using simple phrases such as “well spoken” or “good speaking”, you get the idea, positive feedback. From a psychology perspective, it’s simple behavioural modification through positive reinforcement. After awhile, and after Jay had improved a lot, we introduced negative feedback where we would point out when he stuttered. However the positive feedback always far outweighed the negative.

Anyway, back to the treatment session. After the therapist talked to us about the progress, we would move into an activity that would require some talking, such as a game. During this game either SO or I, or in a couple of instances both of us, would join in the activity and would praise Jay when he spoke fluently. I was the worst at this since I have a habit of focusing on what he is saying rather than how he is saying it. Over the last 6 months I haven’t improved that much, but I am trying.

That pretty much concluded the session, but the therapist always asked Jay how he thought things were going and how he felt about it. Practically every time we were there his number one complaint was that “Daddy never praises me” and that “he hasn’t done it in years”. It wasn’t completely true, although I do know I need to improve.

During the time between sessions, we are supposed to set aside a time to do an activity together with Jay where we can focus on his speaking and praise him when he doesn’t stutter. With our busy weeks though and his school, that’s turned out to be quite a problem for us. So what we’ve found ourselves doing, is during meal time (that we both try to be there for), we will talk like normal, and also praise him then. This seems to be working for us, and during weekends we’ll sit down and do a fun activity together where we can focus more on his speaking.

At the end of 6 months he has improved a lot, and is firmly at level 2, which is almost no stuttering. Sometimes he’ll slip back to a level 3, and some days he’s level 1 (no stuttering). I’m happy with his progress and we’ll continue to work with him (as per the therapist’s instructions), and am glad that we went for help when we did. The longer we wait when these things arise, the harder they are to correct.

My Son Pranked Me – Twice

I’m sure that in this day and age we’ve all seen, or at least heard about, the prank videos on YouTube. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that Jay decided to prank me, his father and best friend.

Before we get to the pranks though I just want to point out that I haven’t let my son watch the prank videos that you’re probably thinking of. No, the prank videos he’s seen are the ones where the prank occurs in the world of minecraft. On servers where several people play together it’s quite common for the gamers to prank each other, usually in non-violent ways like covering an entire area with slime blocks, or moving their entire house to a different place.

Anyway, back to Jay and his evil side. The first prank happened about a month or so ago, and on this occasion SO (my wife) actually told me before hand what was happening. Normally she wouldn’t tell me but because of what Jay had planned she thought it was best I was prepared.

So, there we were, just before Jay’s bedtime and when he normally brushes his teeth. I used to brush my teeth with him years ago, but for the last couple of years I’ve reverted to doing it just before I go to bed, which is usually a couple of hours after him.

On this night though he insisted, with the help of SO, that I brush my teeth with him. So, playing along I grabbed the toothpaste and toothbrush and prepared to brush my teeth. The first hint that something was wrong is that the toothpaste was cold. On the hot day it was, it was quite obvious that there was something strange going on. So I opened the cap and started to squeeze. Out came a watery cloudy solution that turned out to be soapy water. Jay had somehow managed to fill the tube with the soapy water and put it in the freezer to make it hard.

We all had a good laugh about it and went on with life as usual, with Jay believing he had fooled me. Which, to be fair he probably would’ve if my wife hadn’t tattled on him because of the soap.

And then a few days ago he got me for real…

After our normal family dinner together, Jay said he wanted to have ice cream for dessert. We don’t have ice cream that often, but occasionally we get it, and Jay and I will have a bowl each, usually with banana.

So, he got the ice cream out of the freezer and put it on the table while I got the spoons, bowls and fruit. Jay normally cuts the banana while I dish out the ice cream, and that’s what we did. sort of.

As I opened the top of the ice cream I could see that it had melted and been refrozen, something that does happen here sometimes. They just don’t seem to be able to get the temperature right at the shops to keep ice cream frozen while it’s there, although it was much worse in Indonesia. As such, I didn’t think much about it, although it is something that annoys me because once ice cream has been refrozen it gets extra hard and doesn’t taste as good, you know what I mean.

So then I go to scoop some out, and get a couple of centimetres in when it doesn’t just get hard, it’s like there’s rocks just under the surface. I scraped away some of the ice cream and for a moment wan’t sure what I was looking at. Underneath was ice, nothing more, nothing less. Just a tub full of frozen water. aka ice.

I had no idea what was going on. Had something happened when it was packaged? Did someone at the shop do it? Did a customer scam the shop to get free ice cream?

Then I saw it.

Jay, my son from hell, had the biggest smile on his face I have ever seen. And then came the laughing, from both him and SO.

Like dominoes falling it all came into place.

Jay had pranked me.

He’d taken an empty container, that we keep for leftovers and his art projects. Filled it with water and put it in the freezer. Once it had frozen, he took some ice cream from aother container and put it on top to make it look like a full container. And placed it all back in the freezer to await dessert time.

I’m biding my time now, waiting for the best moment to exact my revenge.

And, to be perfectly honest, trying to think of a way I can prank him.

In the meantime, I sit here waiting, almost terrified, for him to prank me again. But this time I’ll be ready. So it’s almost guaranteed next time he’ll….succeed and completely fool me again. I’ll let you know how it goes, if I’m not too embarrassed.

Funny Things Kids Do – H goes D’oh

Recently SO (my wife) and I were talking about her nieces and nephews (she has 10 of them) and I was reminded of an incident that occurred shortly after we moved to Jakarta. For a little background, SO and I met and got married in Australia while she was studying there, and then moved to Indonesia shortly after.

Anyway, back to the story. H (name withheld to avoid embarrassment for H and any possible harm he may do me if he reads this) is now in his late teens and studying at university, but at the time he was around 2 or 3 years old.

From the time I arrived, H and I got on like wild fire. He took an instant liking to me and I thought he was adorable, we spent endless hours playing together and hanging out. Which proves, I have no doubt, that what SO says about me being immature is highly accurate.

On this particular night, we went out to dinner as a group with H and his parents and a few others from SO’s family. This was a common occurence, SO’s family are very close and quite often spend time together. Plus, with me being new to the family they were all eager to take me out and show me around this fabulous new country.

As was normal, H was seated beside me while we ate, and we were joking around together.

Now to understand the next part you need to know that I was (am?) a big fan of “The Simpsons” and had a habit of slapping my hand to my forehead and saying “D’oh” (a la Homer) when someone said or did something silly.

Being a genius, I decided it would be fun to teach H to do the same thing. I mean, what could be more awesome than a 2 year old doing a Homer Simpson impersonation? So I showed him a couple of times how I did it, by hitting (not too hard) my head with my palm. Then I took his hand and put it against his head and got him to say D’oh. After a few times I thought he had probably gotten it, so I told him to do it himself.

After thinking for a second, he took his hand, said “D’oh” and slapped my head as hard as he could. Not exactly what I had in mind, but everyone around seemed to enjoy it. And I swear H’s father was laughing the hardest.

It’s not the greatest of stories I know, but after all this time it still brings a smile to my face remembering it, and reminds me of how open and welcoming SO’s family was to the strange white guy she brought home with her.

Should You Tell Your Adopted Child They’re Adopted?

One of the questions we need to answer when we adopt a child is whether or not you should tell your child they’re adopted. Each parent will answer this in their own way, deciding what’s important to them and how they feel about it. I don’t think it affects the way we treat our children, I know for myself I love Jay as much as if he was my own. But it will affect the child in some way or another.

If you adopt a child from a different country, or more specifically of a different race, the answer (I think?) is obvious. You wouldn’t fool anyone for long and the child would put it together faster than the latest Lego set. For children the same or similar to the parents though, it’s a question that needs to be asked. For my family, I’m white, SO (my wife)is Chinese, and Jay is Javanese, so we look as though he may be our biological son and many people actually think he is.

Recently the topic of telling the adopted child they’re adopted has come up in talks with SO. Whilst we told Jay from an early time that he was adopted we know of at least two families who have chosen not to tell their child. Both of those are what I’d consider normal adoptions, although being in Asia they proceeded differently (legally speaking) to other countries. The end result though is that they ended up with an adopted child.

I do wonder what will happen to the two children above in the future. They’re both still quite young, so it may not have occurred to them yet. But what will happen if they do start to suspect? How will they feel not being told?

These were questions SO and I considered, and answered quite quickly. We’ve always been open with Jay and he’s known for as long as he can remember. When he was younger we read him stories written for adopted children, and used them to talk about his adoption. He accepts his adoption and sometimes asks questions, but he’s happy with what he knows and has no hang ups about it. The most important thing is that he knows we love and care for him and that we are family.

My Son Got Me Addicted to Minecraft

It seems an apt time, after last week’s post, to talk about how my son got me addicted to Minecraft. I’m sure you’ve heard of it, even if you don’t play, it’s one of the most popular games around now, being available on pretty much every electronic gaming device out there (eg. PC, MAC, Linux, Android, Apple IOS, PS3, PS4, PS Vita, Xbox360, Xboxone, and even the WiiU).

Like so many others though, I’d never really considered playing it. It wasn’t the sort of game I’d played in the past, and what I’d seen of it (it’s just big square blocks) it didn’t look at all interesting. And so, when Jay first asked me to get it for him, I brushed him off saying I’d think about it. Which in Daddy Speak means “we’re not getting it”, and I tried to dissuade him from wanting it whilst I was “thinking about it”.

Not Long after though, he called me at work. Okay, I was having lunch, but it was during a work day. The purpose of his call was to ask me how to spell a certain Youtubers name, “stampylonghead”. Not knowing this person or the type of videos he made, I told Jay that I would have to look it up, and would let him know. After I checked out his videos and made sure they were appropriate, for a 5 year old that is (I didn’t tell him this of course). Like the responsible father I am, I thus went back to eating my lunch and forgot about it.

Shortly after he called again, where I told him that I hadn’t found it yet and would let him know shortly. This wasn’t a lie, without actually trying to find it I couldn’t have found it, could I? Anyway, I hurriedly did a search on YouTube and found the channel (it really wasn’t that hard to work out how to spell it), and checked out a couple of videos. They seemed okay and so I told Jay the spelling and he seemed happy enough.

Of course, when I got home, I was forced (as only a 5 year old can force) to watch several episodes of this guy (he’s a Pom but I try not to hold that against him) playing in his Minecraft world. The result being that it did convince me to at least download the demo on the PS3 and give it a try.

Shortly after, we bought the full version and have been playing it ever since. In fact, since then we have also got the PS4 version, the iPad version, and the PC version (this one primarily to play modded Minecraft). It’s now quite rare that we go a day, and certainly never a full week, without playing in one of our worlds. Some days we play in several different worlds on different systems.

And as I said last week, I even record some of my gameplay and post it on YouTube. If you’re interested in seeing how badly I play, do a search for “jeppoplays” on YouTube and let me know how poorly I did.

I Guess the moral of this story is, “sometimes you should give things a try, even if they don’t at first appeal to you, you never know what fun experiences you’re missing out on if you don’t”.