Archive for the ‘Playtime’ Category

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Kiddie Gamification

July 27, 2011

There’s a hot social media trend called gamification: trying to turn things into games so people act in certain ways. Like you give people meaningless badges to keep using your app/site while you serve ads or collect their data.

Totally works on kids.

Case in point. Tonight, Besh finished dinner early and went upstairs to use the bathroom. Nonni (grandma) was with us tonight and still finishing dinner when we heard from upstairs

“Noooooooooonnnnniiiiiiiii!”

I walked to the balcony so he could hear me.

“Besh, are you calling Nonni to wipe your body?” (he knows that’s not allowed)

Long pause.

“Noooo….”

“Why don’t you put on pajamas and come down?”

“But I want Nonni!”

“So put on your pajamas and come down!”

“I want Nonni!”

Seeing where this was going, I gamified.

“Okay, let’s see who sounds angriest. You go first.”

Pause.

“What?”

“I want to see who sounds angriest. You go first and say you want Nonni. But be ANGRY!”

“I want Nonni!”

“Angrier!”

“I want NONNI!”

“ANGRIER!”

“I WANT NONNI!”

But now he’s laughing.

“Okay, you win!”

“I win?”

“Yes!”

“What do I win?”

“Nonni!”

“I won Nonni?”

“Just put on your pajamas and come down to get your prize!”

“Okay!”

He put on his pajamas, occasionally yelling how he wanted Nonni but then laughing hysterically.

Gamification. Use it.

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Surprises for Besh (and a bit more Hairspray)

October 1, 2009

One of the coolest things about seeing a toddler develop is when formerly alien concepts suddenly click.  I’m not sure when that happened with Besh, but I recently noticed it.  There was a time when I would try to build up some suspense with a surprise but he would forget or not understand that the surprise element was part of the fun.  Now he totally gets it, as I saw last night when Sara asked Besh what he wanted for lunch.

Sara: “Do you want turkey or something else?”

Besh: “I want a surprise for lunch.”

“Okay.  A surprise!”

“But don’t tell me, okay?  Because it’s a surprise.”

And then there’s also the spontaneous surprise.  Like yesterday when I came home.  I stopped off at Fry’s to return some unused electric converters from the trip to London and saw something on clearance that I knew I had to get for Besh.  Quick background: a few weeks before we went to London Besh finally understood how to interact with and play the Wii.  Not only is it fun to watch him play and discover (and get really, really good at bowling and ping pong) but it’s also a good activity for him while he has his patch on (he has issues with one eye so we patch the good eye every day to try and force the weaker eye to be used–it’s had good results so far but we may have to do this for up to 2 years).  He also really likes the movie Cars (with the main character, Lightning McQueen, one of his all-time favorites).

Me (once I got home): “Besh, I have a surprise for you!”

Besh (small grin, eyes a bit wide): “What?  What is it?”

“You have been such a big boy at school and at home and you’ve done such a good job playing the Wii and wearing your patch that I got you a surprise present.”  I reach into my laptop bag and pull out the Cars video game for the Wii.  ”You see this?  We can play this on the Wii and you can drive around as Lightning McQueen and go ‘Ka-Pow! Ka-Pow!’”

Besh stares at the box for a second, then his grin turns enormous and his eyes go supernova.  He jumps from the couch to the floor and practically explodes with excitement.  He actually flapped his arms like a bird.

“I GET TO BE LIGHTNING MCQUEEN!  I’M SO EXCITED!  I’M SO EXCITED!”

He ran up and gave me a hug.

“CanweplaynowIwanttoplaynowCanweplaynow?!?!”

So we played a bit (I’m guessing we’ll play more) last night.

Then Sara and I got an email from our friend Todd.  He lives in the San Francisco Bay Area but had a work trip outside of London.  After reading about Besh’s Hairspray adventure and subsequent email from Tracy/Chloe, he and a co-worker trained into London to see Hairspray last night.  He braved the teaming crowd of schoolkids after the show at the stage door and managed to tell Chloe that he was a close friend of Besh’s and how much it meant to him (and Besh’s parents) that she sent the email.  According to reports she was thrilled to be reminded of Besh and how fond she was of him.

As luck would also have it, Todd is going to be in Austin next weekend.  Knowing this, he got Chloe to sign something for Besh, but asked us (so I’m asking all of you too) not to tell Besh so that he can be surprised.

Based on the reaction to the Cars video game, I’m thinking we’re going to need earplugs and Todd may want to be sitting down when he gives the surprise to Besh.

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Hopefully we didn’t prepay too much law school tuition

April 7, 2009

Earlier I’d blogged about the possibility of pre-paying Besh’s law school tuition and have had some other hints that he may be following in his parents’ footsteps.  But I’m happy to report that this past weekend he insisted on pretending to be his physician, Dr. Mirrop.  Not only did he insist on being called Dr. Mirrop, but he also absolutely flipped out when Mommy presented him with the stethoscope she had bought him a while ago after he’d been interested in it at the doctor’s office.  The rest of the weekend was spent blissfully checking everyone’s heart and proscribing copious doses of children’s Tylenol.  Or, as Besh put it, “The white medicine” given our preference for the dye-free variety.

Later that day we ran into one of Besh’s best friends, Emerson, at the local family restaurant.  He still had his stethoscope, which he reluctantly shared, but both Besh and Emerson checked each other’s hearts. 

I’m amused that this is the first time Besh is playing doctor.  And so far, no need for parental intervention.

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Where’s the tower?

September 19, 2008

Playing in the playroom.  I built a tower out of blocks about four feet high.  He knocked it down and laughed.

Besh: “Oh no!”

Me: “What?”

“Where’d the tower go?”

“I don’t know.  Where did the tower go?”

He proceeds to point at each scattered block.

“There it is.  There it is.  There it is.  There it is.  There it is.  There it is.”

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