Lesson Learned

The boys have been loving Minecraft, a game that reminds me distinctly of Doom. The graphics is sadly early-90s, with the only original thing about the game being that it's a mishmash of all the other games out there...

Alex, especially, has been really into Minecraft. He's a creative sort, and loves to build things. Think Lego's. Minecraft fulfills both the building part, and the laziness about cleaning up. (No Mommy constantly chasing after him to put the blocks away, thank you very much!)

He got so into it, in fact, that he learned how to create a server all on his own (thanks Youtube), and worked out most of the roadblocks himself with some help from Daddy. He's had his server a while now, and it was only open to his friends. So far so good. Yesterday he decided to create a second server, and have it open to everyone. There, came trouble...

This morning he got on the server, and realized, to his horror, that someone had gone on the server and blew up EVERYTHING he built for the enviroment for his little world. All those hours spent on perfecting the traps with TNT, the secret storage rooms (containing nothing but empty boxes, but that's not the point, is it?!), even the bank of *gasp* diamond! (No, one cannot simply print currency in his domain! How silly of you to think that?!)

He got a hard lesson the easy way: (Hey, at least it's not a real bank of diamonds that he owned that got blew up, right?!) There're mean people out there, kid. One can't be too trusting. First of many lessons to come...