My son is three-years-old. He is obsessed with Mario.
So when I woke up on Father's Day on Sunday, I awoke to the ultimate compliment.
"Dear Dad, I love you more than Mario."
My son and I play Super Mario 3D World a lot. In about six months he's gone from being frustratingly, savagely bad to insanely competent. To the point where he will outpoint me and outscore me 50% of the time.
"DADDY I GOT THE CROWN."
We always fight over the crown.
It's a double edged sword. Children play video games like they watch TV: perfectly at ease with doing the same goddamn thing into infinity. My son will try new games every now and then, but he always returns to Super Mario 3D Land. Always wants to play the same levels. At a rough estimate I've played the first level around say... 1000 times. Probably.
I often wondered how my kids would respond to video games. If they'd want to play, If they'd feel saturated by them. If they'd take them for granted.
Now I have my answer. My kid still loves me, but it's pretty close. In 2nd place: Mario.