I told the kids I had a Pet Rock when I was their age. They thought I made it up.
Then I showed them the exact one I had, on the internet (pictured here), and they laughed so hard they actually fell on the ground.
They have now collected 2 big rocks with the plan of painting eyes for them. Now I hear them discussing their rock plans in the bedroom. “Mine is lava, so it will be a fire type!”
“Sulphur floats! It’s a water type!”
And now they’ve just come out to tell me they’ve invented Rockémon and they’re going to start battling rocks.
It’s cheaper than a Playstation, I guess.
Every video game owner already has a creature living at home that just sits there for hours and hours on end without moving, speaking, or providing anything useful to civilization. Who needs rocks?
Very well said!
Always the follies pf our youth are lying in wait to bite us at the most inopportune moment.