My son has always had a desire to build things bigger, taller, “huger”, “gianter”, and so on. Legos, magna-tiles, blocks, sand castles, pillow forts, you name it- they could never be big enough! Whether due to lack of materials, skill, or on occasion, parental energy, there was always a minor twinge of disappointment during the hundreds and hundreds of times we built *something* together (I’m talking extremely subtle hints of “aw shucks we ran out magna-tiles”, not in a Verruca Salt way).

Enter this evening and Minecraft.

We borrowed the game from the library for Switch and while neither of us have ever played, we have seen the movie a dozen times so expected to be somewhat familiar. We look at the options, select creative mode and launch into the map.

Not knowing exactly what he dropped into, my son walks around for a while. He’s still pretty bad at two sticks. After a few minutes, we see a creeper and my son is petrified.…