“I don’t want to be frustrated.”
I really can’t believe how fast this little guy is growing up. We were heading home from Wichita on Sunday and about halfway Luke was getting quite restless. I had my 3DS with me so I asked him if he wanted to water some flowers in Animal Crossing. “OH YEAH!” he said.
So I got the game started for him. Got it all set up. And he pretty much took over. The part I can’t believe is how much he can do for himself. Together we’ve probably only spent maybe an hour or 90 minutes with Animal Crossing. But he knows how to walk around, switch his tools, paint on the patterns and open the chat and type letters. All on his own.
It kept him satisfied for a good 30 minutes or so, but he was without a nap all day and started to get frustrated. I asked for the 3DS and told him he needed to take a break because he was getting frustrated.
“I don’t want to take a break!,” he screamed.
“You need a break because you are getting frustrated,” I reiterated.
“I don’t want to be frustrated!” he sobbed.
It was a little sad, but mostly cute. It reminded me of the first time I got to play a Nintendo at one of Mom’s friend’s house when I was just a kid around 5 or 6 years old. I didn’t want to leave and wanted to stay and play so bad I remember crying.
Tonight we played some Super Mario 64 and I made him do all the work. I’d give him instructions like, “go left” or “push A” and most of the time he’d figure it out. He’s not going to be saving princesses anytime soon… or is he? Don’t blink, I tell ya.