Grandma Henke

This is a kid’s game, right?    Obviously it was made for children … it has little animals that talk and trade, plant fruit trees, barter, fish, catch bugs, upgrade their houses, make friends … learn to save money?

Okay … I confess … I’ve been playing this game since I first got my Nintendo DS in January of 2007.    My grandchildren talked me into it.     I mean the game really is … a waste of time.    I water my cyber flowers every day, pick my cyber fruit twice a week, pull my cyber weeds, fill my cyber museum with cyber bugs, cyber fish, cyber bones, and cyber pictures, and sip cyber drink hot drinks in the local cyber coffee shop.     I have to beg my little animal friends not to move, I buy them furniture and give them medicine when they are sick.    I mean what in the world is wrong with me that I would play a fantasy game that is mostly this little person working and solving problems?   It is too close to real life!   Give me a break!

Maybe it’s the mindlessness of it that snared me … or that it is so easy to put bells (the alternative for money) in the bank.    I mean in my fantasy world I have over ten million bells in savings and the biggest house on the island!      I can afford to buy all my friends furniture!   

Of course, I do this for my grandchildren.   We can go over to each other’s towns and look at each other’s houses and chase each other all over the place and give each other presents.     I usually end up pulling all their weeds and digging up all their fossils when I visit them … but hey, what’s a grandma for anyway?

Another plus is that the game fits easily in my purse and if I end up waiting in the car while Lynn takes a quit trip through the real life hardware store I can pick fruit and sell it at Nook’s (the cyber hardware store) while I wait in the car and sip my for real nice cold drink.

There is one thing I don’t like and that is the scary tarantula that stalks me at night.   Really it stalks me!   Kaitlyn didn’t believe me either until we were playing one night and that darn thing came right up behind me when I was in the middle of a conversation with a neighbor and I couldn’t run.  It crept up and hid right behind my person and the minute the conversation ended the darn thing attacked and stung my little person so bad that the next thing she knew  she was out cold in front of her cottage.    One of these nights I’m going to snag that beast with my net and lock it up in the museum!

And that old turnip lady is always out of red turnips … now come on!   What’s she got against my little person anyway?

So there you go …  if this is a kid’s game I guess I’m in my 2nd childhood.