We stopped at McDonald’s for a healthful Shamrock Shake, and My Captain brought his Kindle Fire so Critter could show him what the big deal is about MineCraft.
Not really that interested in the game, I sat across from them and watched the male mind work. Oh, and I took pictures to tease them with later:
The set up. (Explaining game rules).
Task Force Staging (Designing his fort).
Conflict Strategization. (Building forts with defense from zombies in mind.)
Crisis Management. (Zombie Attacks.)
Disappointment Mitigation. (The zombies ate him.)
Overcoming Obstacles. (They started over.)
Look at those faces. Serious stuff, man.
Add a boatload of paperwork, some lawyers and politicians, and you’ve got a FEMA task force in the making.
Only with Zombies.
Mama Boe 
MINEcraft – not MINDcraft… Trust me, I hear about it ALLLLL the time. M CONSTANTLY talks about it, telling me all about her house & her dogs & her cows & her chickens & her ducks & her cakes… (Yes, she likes to make cakes.) The only good thing *I’m* sure about is that it has become a most excellent tool for discipline – I take it away from her more than she gets to play it! If she’d quit the dad-burned lying… But that’s another story…