I’m pulling into our driveway when I see Steve heading out the front door with Kidlet and a couple of his school buddies, all armed to the teeth with pistols, rifles, bayonets, knives, swords and lots of ammo belts. Each had a cowboy hat perched jauntily upon their heads and were grinning from ear to ear. Hubby included.
“Hey guys!” I greeted them after I had parked, and started pulling groceries out of the back seat. “Whatcha playing?”
“RED DEAD REDEMPTION!” they all shouted in unison.
Say what? I walked quickly over to Steve and pulled him aside.
“Isn’t that a Mature rated video game?” I ask.
“Yah, but I’m mature,” retorts Hubby.
Uh huh, right.
“But did you check with these kids’ parents to make sure it’s okay that their kids play with guns and knives and such?” I persisted.
“Why should I do that?” questions Steve. “This is my home and I can play what I want!”
Since my husband doesn’t “do” computers or video games, I knew that we didn’t actually have the video game with its graphic, violent images. But if asked about their afternoon activities, I had no doubt what-so-ever that each kid would correctly quote their ‘play’ session by name, and probably give their parents all a heart attack.
I already knew that ‘gun play’ was okay for one of the two visiting boys, so I just had one parent to call. After I explained what the ‘kids’ were doing, she laughingly gave her permission for her little darling to take part in the horse, I mean gun, play. I decided to call the other kid’s mom, just to make sure it was still alright with her, which it was.
Whew. Had I not come home early the consequences could have been disastrous.
I finished unloading the groceries amid shrieks and shouts of intense gun battles raging outside the house. Looking out the window, it was hard to tell who was having more fun, Steve or the boys. They were out until well after dark. It was only natural to start a fire in the side yard to roast hot dogs and have baked beans for dinner! Cowboys have it easy in the meal planning department.
When it comes to playtime, Kidlet’s friends love to come to our house. After all, the kids agree, Steve knows how to play better than anyone else.
As well he should after all of these many, many decades of ‘playing’, lol!