I was surprised that it had taken this long for this happy accident to occur, but the children, as it dawned on them what had happened, were elated.Īli jumped in bed with us and went back to Steve’s world and they began giggling like Junior High girls at 2am at a sleepover. Stella was our daughter.Ĭhris and I breathed again, and I remembered reading something about sharing worlds if you’re on the same wi-fi. Stella was not some extremely creepy old lady hacking into our son’s iPad. “Do you have a different Minecraft name?” “Hey Mommy I was just playing Minecraft and I got this weird world option that said ‘Steve’ and then I got kicked out.” I closed him out of Minecraft and Chris and I sat there, confused.Īt that moment, Ali walked into the bedroom, her iPad in hand, looking confused herself. “Baby I know you love Minecraft but until we can figure out how Stella is getting into your game, we need to quit playing.” Okay who is this creepy girl named Stella and how did she get in my son’s iPad. “Oh look! Stella built me that item frame! Isn’t that nice?” “I didn’t think they could! I have all that disabled!” “I thought you said they couldn’t interact with other people!”
This was no ordinary villager.Ĭhris and I looked at each other, wide-eyed. Oh look! There’s Stella!!”Ī Minecraft girl walked up and got right in his face, with the name “Stella” floating above her head. Chris was about to get up and go in Ali’s room when some words popped up on Noah’s screen that we had never seen before. One night last week, Noah, Chris and I were laying in bed doing the Minecraft-before-bed routine. Sometimes we even watch Minecraft YouTube videos – because there’s nothing more exciting than watching videos of other people playing a game I don’t get. I typically cuddle with Noah, and Chris with Ali.
If a child’s inherent goodness can be determined by how they treat their Minecraft Villagers, it might be safe to go ahead and lock my kids up for life.Įvery night at bedtime, they wanted a few minutes of quality snuggling time – with us and Minecraft. “Look Mom! I just burned an entire village up with lava!” Their deviant side definitely showed through in their Minecrafting. And a game that you could hit a sheep a few times and watch him die. To them, it was simply a free-play building game. I knew there was a way for them to interact with others through the game, but I made sure that option was turned off. I watched them play, I watched them build, I watched them explore their worlds. (Apparently all of the structural genes are passed down through their structural engineer father.) But it was just mindless building for me, as is Lego. I wanted to understand – I really did – so I put it on my iPhone as well and attempted to learn. And all this is despite the fact that they only get an hour of screen time a day. He goes to bed telling me about the over-underworld (whatever that is.) They check out Minecraft library books to hone their skills. I put it on their iPads, and they were infinitely sucked into the vortex of Creepers and Item Frames and spawning Sheep. Since that day, my children have been continuously and absolutely obsessed with Minecraft. This sentence, spoken by a very naïve version of myself sometime last year, solely goes to prove that “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” is a LIE. “You know, I bet you and the kids would really love Minecraft, as much as y’all are into Lego.”
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