My daughter’s massively into Minecraft.
It’s screen-time we can all get behind, because it’s an opportunity to unleash her creativity in a way that is without boundary.
Here’s one of her creations that completely blew my mind: a cat, that you live inside.
The hat on its head is a penthouse suite and naturally there’s a pool beneath it, and a secret tunnel inside one of the flowerbeds that leads to an underground bunker of sorts.
😮
I got her to take this screenshot, because I thought it was just about the coolest thing I’d ever seen.
But… the other Saturday I was disturbed by a series of howls from downstairs, frantic footsteps on the stairs and a very, very, very upset 10 year old, who burst into the room to inform me that she’d accidentally died testing out some new feature, had failed to set a ‘re-spawn’ marker for the location of her home area… and consequently lost the lot.
🙀
She’s fairly well-versed in Minecraft lore, so had tried various tricks to find it again, but none had worked and she was reduced to wandering around aimlessly from the new spawn point in the empty world, looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack.
She knew it was over.
I think it’s fair to say I haven’t seen her that upset about anything, ever before. Inconsolable doesn’t even come close.