I’m Game

Danger Monkey, age 10: “Do you want to play this new role playing game I’m designing?”

Me: “Maybe. I’m kinda busy.”

DM: “It takes place before The Big Bang. I call it Dead Sky. You play one of the Angry Gods who are fighting and eventually destroy their world, which then becomes our universe as we know it.”

Me: …

Me: “Dude, I am so in.”


Me: “Hey… Whats the deal with the writing all down the inside of your leg? That looks like a whole paragraph.”

Danger Monkey, age 10: “It’s the rules for the new role playing game I’m creating.”

Me: “OK, that sounds cool, but why write on your leg?”

DM: “I ran out of room on my arms.” (pulls up sleeves)

Me: “Good god, son. That’s a lot of ink. Why are you writing all over your skin?”

DM: (puzzled look)

DM: “It’s the only paper that’s always with me.”

(long pause)

Me: “Can’t argue with that. Carry on.”

Nice Chatting With You Son

Danger Monkey, age 10: “I made up a game today. What type of animal do you want to be: feline, canine, marine, reptile…”

Me: “No, wait. No game yet. I’d rather talk first.”

DM: “Talk about what?”

Me: “About your day.”

DM: “Like what?”

Me: “I don’t know. Who’s your best friend? What are you studying lately? How much homework do you have? What’s your favorite thing that happened today?”

DM: “Ben, the Civil Rights Movement, a lot, Recess. Now, what type of animal would you like to be: feline, canine, marine, reptile, bird, human, or marsupial?”

Me: (slow blink)

Me: “Canine.”