Hansel was wild-eyed and high-pitched when I came home from dinner. ” I can’t lose” he shouted, gesturing with the IPad. ” It won’t stop”
“Give it to me” I said, eager to find out how it was to compete at such dizzying heights.
A couple of hours later, Hansel came into my room ” I knew it” he said “She’s still playing” .
I was on level 20 and my fingers were sore. He took back the IPad and continued to fight for the family, determined to see how many hundreds of thousands of points we could accumulate against the evil machine.
He was up before me this morning and when I emerged from my boudoir his first words were ” I fell asleep doing it and it reset itself. Must have knocked it in the night”
“What level did you get to?” I asked ” 24 and I can’t remember the score”
He has started again and is already on level 13. We have both agreed that it is actually more fun when it beats us. Winning, as Charlie Sheen can probably tell you, is a time-consuming and spirit-draining pursuit.