So Trevelyn loves this Jurassic Park: Operation Genesis game.
Loves, loves, loves it.
I'm not one to put a stop to computer play, unless I feel like we're melting into pixels and neer-neer sounds for days at a time. I'm comfortable with their play, and acknowledge value in the things they choose.
I'm sitting outside sitting on the patio working on something, and Trev comes outside, and starts playing in the mudpit with his dinosaurs.
Maddie wants to play, but he says "Usually I don't mind, Maddie, but I want to create this by myself, today."
She makes noises, and has the dinosaurs talk (in language) to eachother, and has herbivores try to take on or attack meat-eaters... you get the idea. Most irritating to someone who is going for accuracy in prehistory.
So he's sitting down there, re-creating and narrating Prehistory.
He played and narrated for a half hour or so, and headed back inside.
A little while later he came back outside, very upset.
"Aaaaagh! I had a twister! It destroyed my park! It took down my fences, wrecked my pens.... I hate twisters!!! Visitors get killed, trees get destroyed....!!!"
"I'm sorry, Bud."
"I hate tornadoes!! I can't believe it! All of my park.... lost!!"
"Do you have insurance?" I asked, not really even knowing if it was an option in the game...
"Of Course I have insurance!, but I can't just rebuild everything at the same time!!! It takes time and energy to rebuild!"
"Er... well... Yeah, it does."
"Oh, I should have paused my game while I was playing out here..."
He is learning about dna. He is learning about scientific research. He is learning about diseases, and how best to feed animals a healthy diet the most efficiently (cost wise), and storms, and responsibility, and limits and space...
so, so cool.
I went inside just a second ago to get something, and he was talking with his dad about how high his surrounding mountains (that he's building on his island) need to be to deter the twisters, and what else he can do to protect his island...
Life -and learning- goes on.