The kiddo has moved on from the youthful simplicity of tablet games like Angry Birds and Where's My Water, and left me way behind in the technological dust. Plants vs. Zombies is the game du jour and I am lost, lost, lost. Luckily, Max seems to get the basic strategy and appears to have schooled my boy in the ways of pea shooters and walnuts, so at least he can play on his own. But this is one obsessive habit that I will have to pass on. From what I can tell (not much), you need to defend your home from the constantly attacking cartoon zombies by using a variety of vegetables and plants with various levels of zombie-killing skills. And there's something about sunflowers. All I know is that the kid gets pretty frustrated when he wants me to play with him and I clearly don't get it.
Me: "Why don't you use that guy? He looks like he could stop a zombie invasion."
Him: "Seriously Mommy? You hafta put the freeze pods down first. The zombies will just eat those."
Me: "Put more sunflowers. They have smiley faces."
Him: (eyes rolling) "Jeeze Mommy, I already have five of those and that's more than enough. I need more shooters."
Him: "Are you even going to play?"
Him: "Isn't this the coolest game ever?"
Now I know how my mom felt when I would get so pissed at her if she got the name of my My Little Pony wrong. "No, THAT is Starburst! THIS is Moonstone! Seriously!"