superman dies sometimes

After I posted yesterday about trying to keep my guys feeling secure and engaged during this time of weird I got a lot of very sweet, kind words. It was ironic, then, when we wound up having a glitch in our well crafted loosey goosey matrix a few hours later. We’ve basically been corralled in a room for three days. I get it. Artificial rainbows and sunshine are bound for exposure eventually. I was so down that I texted my girlfriend, “even superman dies sometimes.”

After a bit of parent pouting and thinking and trying – anything to unpop the bubble, I did salvage the night. A childhood is constructed of thousands of nights, but the number is finite. And I really don’t want a single one during this time to devolve into angst or stress-ridden confusion that would constitute a throwaway. 

This is not a paid advertisement. But while passive aggressively reading the Eggers book I shared with my eldest that he was not reading (superman dies, remember) in my mind I was fluctuating between “they need to learn a lesson and my anger is justified and we’ll just go to bed in this ball of odd tonight and tomorrow is a new day”, and, “dude, you NEED to fix this or THIS will be the one night they remember of all this covid mess.” I remembered a game I played with friends on one of those summer nights where you don’t realize as it’s happening you’re in a little slice of perfection, and very lucky. Parts of the game, I remembered, were kind of drinky and a little bit on the adult side of things. Not quite Cards Against Humanity, but still. 

I spent about an hour googling whether you could scale the game back for kid use but the name of the game is – It’s You, which really makes Google searches difficult. As I felt the night slipping away forever I just bit the bullet, paid the 10 bucks, and bought the thing. As soon as the kids saw that I wasn’t knitting my brow at Mr Eggers’ prose any longer but clicking things on their PS4 they began to withdraw from their corners and sneak peaks. They all have phones and I had them download the app, sure enough there is an option to scale back the adult level questions (the game narrator guy’s AI did allow a “damn” to slip in there once but it was pretty tame overall), and soon we were playing and laughing and the issue that befell us earlier was transformed into just a much needed timeout for all of us. I’m still bummed it happened, but it did and we made it out alive.

So if you have kids, I’d say 8 or 9 and all the way up, and a PS4 and some cell phones, That’s You is worth the 10 bucks. I know people are looking for distractions and ways to bond. My almost 9 year old, due being the youngest, is probably pretty mature as far as media goes, too much for my taste sometimes as it pertains to kids. So if you have a kid that age and you’re very big on parent lock protection you may want to give it a trial run before playing. But it helped save the night last night. Superman does die sometimes, and that’s ok. But every night, every moment, is precious. Not just during a pandemic. But, I mean, really, during a pandemic. And I’m really glad something from a slice of heaven in summer, when Corona was definitely not a scary word, happened, so a precious night when it was, could be saved.


Yes that is my son, yes that is a cigar, yes that is that finger. It is not mandatory to be this crude in the game, he is here depicted as a very stereotypical truck driver. It was funny. So it goes.

2 thoughts on “superman dies sometimes

  1. I love this! And I love that you were able to rescue this evening from the ashes. For my kiddos, that magic game was What Do You Meme – definitely not recommended for the younger crowd, but kinda fun with a 16 and 19 year-old. =))


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