…and here’s the part where I get dead.
I’m cutting his head off!
Dad! Remember! We were going to get new weapons today!
Somehow we went from benign, educational, age-appropriate games to Castle Crashers. And I’m not sure how and when we made this leap or how I let it slip by.
My husband thinks it’s no worse than watching Star Wars. So not really paying attention I defaulted to his logic and failed to really take a look at this new game the kids and their Dad were playing.
Then I hear:
I chopped my brother’s head off! And there is blood!
Mamma ain’t happy.
But I keep defaulting to Dad. I mean, I’m supposed to do that right?
He says cartoony blood is ok. It’s not real blood. Which I get, I do. But… I dunno. I just don’t know.
Should I put my foot down and ban this game? Should I trust their father… who I know wouldn’t let them do anything inappropriate.
Sigh. Confused. This is either my biggest parent fail yet or my Mother-anxiety kicking in. I can’t decide.