So... yesterday I was busy doing "who the hell knows what" on the computer, but I was very busy doing whatever I was doing. My three year old comes up to me and we have the following conversation:
Adorable 3 Year Old: "Daddy? Daddy getting bad guys?"
QuakeRoot: "No, Daddy is not getting bad guys, Daddy is busy."
3 Year Old: "No you get bad guys!"
QuakeRoot: "I don't have time to get bad guys right now, Daddy is busy, go play with your Tranformers squeeker face.
3 Year Old: "No... Daddy? Daddy? Daddy? DADDY! YOU NEED TO GET BA-GUYS! GET BAD GUYS NNNNNNOOOOOOWWW!!
Daddy: NO. Kid. I am NOT getting Bad Guys, I'm working.
3 Year Old with full blown stomping and screaming: Daddy! Do It! You Need To!! Do It Now!
------NOTE----
The process of "Getting The Bady Guys" usually involves playing Quake and the three year old watches, tells me what to do, and in general observes the devastation of single-play on Nightmare. On Filter, with no blood, and minimal psychological scarring.
------Back To The Story-----
It was amazing.... the little biscuit went from "I plead with you Dearest Father" to a screaming red faced demon demanding I "Get the Bad Guys." It was adorable, how could I say "no?"
With vigor and vim, I turn on the sound system (which I got for free, and is surprisingly good), plop the kid onto the chair next to me, close all the bullshit I was working on, launch Quake and start "Getting The BAD GUYS!!"
It was a fantastic moment... then I forgot - I'd been tinkering with Sevens "Ultimate Mod Compilation" and had accidentally left all the squishy things enabled. Bad guys were exploding left and right, gibs were being kicked everywhere & splashing in acid. It was very graphic for a 3 year old.
3 Year old: Oh... what's that?
Daddy: That's... uh a... demon of the underworld - sucking the soul out of a lifeless bady guy?
3 Year old: Oh. Nice.
Daddy: You think so?
3 Year old: Yea, it's funny! It's silly! Yay! Get that Bad Guy Too!
My offspring has no hope of having a normal life.
Adorable 3 Year Old: "Daddy? Daddy getting bad guys?"
QuakeRoot: "No, Daddy is not getting bad guys, Daddy is busy."
3 Year Old: "No you get bad guys!"
QuakeRoot: "I don't have time to get bad guys right now, Daddy is busy, go play with your Tranformers squeeker face.
3 Year Old: "No... Daddy? Daddy? Daddy? DADDY! YOU NEED TO GET BA-GUYS! GET BAD GUYS NNNNNNOOOOOOWWW!!
Daddy: NO. Kid. I am NOT getting Bad Guys, I'm working.
3 Year Old with full blown stomping and screaming: Daddy! Do It! You Need To!! Do It Now!
------NOTE----
The process of "Getting The Bady Guys" usually involves playing Quake and the three year old watches, tells me what to do, and in general observes the devastation of single-play on Nightmare. On Filter, with no blood, and minimal psychological scarring.
------Back To The Story-----
It was amazing.... the little biscuit went from "I plead with you Dearest Father" to a screaming red faced demon demanding I "Get the Bad Guys." It was adorable, how could I say "no?"

With vigor and vim, I turn on the sound system (which I got for free, and is surprisingly good), plop the kid onto the chair next to me, close all the bullshit I was working on, launch Quake and start "Getting The BAD GUYS!!"
It was a fantastic moment... then I forgot - I'd been tinkering with Sevens "Ultimate Mod Compilation" and had accidentally left all the squishy things enabled. Bad guys were exploding left and right, gibs were being kicked everywhere & splashing in acid. It was very graphic for a 3 year old.
3 Year old: Oh... what's that?
Daddy: That's... uh a... demon of the underworld - sucking the soul out of a lifeless bady guy?
3 Year old: Oh. Nice.
Daddy: You think so?
3 Year old: Yea, it's funny! It's silly! Yay! Get that Bad Guy Too!
My offspring has no hope of having a normal life.
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