Broken Age almost
made me violate one of my golden rules about kids and video games. I almost let
my daughter watch me play it.
Friends and family have asked my opinion on when to let little Jenny or Johnny start controlling virtual figures on a screen ever since
I started writing about video games. There are a lot of variables about what
both a parent and kid can handle but the one thing I’ve always been adamant
about is that a kid should be a confident reader before they start diving into
video games. If they start before they’re able to read those on-screen hints
and instructions, they’ll be tugging on an adult’s arm at an annoying rate,
turning the experience into a chore.
Cheeks can’t read yet. But my daughter’s at the point where
she’s making up little stories about the pictures, items and people she sees.
Some of it is a parroting of the patterns she moves through during the day,
only with the players transposed. “You’re not sharing, Ballerina, so you
have to leave our group and, when you come back, you say ‘I’m sorry’,”
delivered in a squeaky-gruff ‘adult voice.’ The better material, though, is in the nonsensical imaginings, the stuff she knows
doesn’t make sense. She laughs when she’s telling me that her teddy bear was
waiting for me, laughs at expecting me to believe it and breaks down into a fit
of giggles when I express my doubt or play along. Cheeks is starting to
understand that the telling of a story—and the reactions of the audience—can be
its own form of entertainment.
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Like a lot of parents, I let her mess around on my iPad or
iPhone sometimes. I’ve got a few apps on there that are specifically for her but
it’s always a bit of an experiment to see what icons are attractive enough for
her to want to launch. Big faces are a draw for her so The Kid’s big, sad eyes
has prompted her to open up Bastion a
few times. Same for the cartoony characters of Rolando. But she’s really gravitated to Cut the Rope, probably something to do with the candy or the
scissors in the icon art. (Most likely it’s the scissors. She really likes to
cut things.) Without any help from
Daddy, she’s cleared the first few levels of either the main game or the
Christmas variant. (I can’t remember which.) She calls Om Nom ‘Froggy” and
it’s fascinating to watch her do trial and error and brute-force her way through
the momentum-based gameplay.
Broken Age would’ve been different, though. Right now, she
likes to tell me the things she remembers from separate contexts and how they
relate. “Daddy, you know what? Peter in [The Snowy Day] climbs a mountain just
like [the mother rabbit in] The Runaway Bunny!” What would her brain have done with the ‘take this thing from
one place and give it to this person in another place’ gameplay loop in Broken Age? Overall, most of the core
actions of the game would be recognizable to her—walking, picking up stuff,
talking to people—and aren’t so bizarre that I would have needed to explain a
lot to her. The possible combinations of actions and objects would probably
excite her pattern-loving brain a lot.
But, eager as I was, I know in my heart that my daughter
isn’t quite ready for the heady mix of stimuli that video games can provide. I
need to follow my own advice and wait until she’s reading on her own. Nevertheless,
Broken Age is going on the list of games that I’m making in the back of my head
that I want her to play eventually, because of its funny, poignant take on
family dynamics and the way it dramatizes what it’s like to go out into the
world. It’s probably going to be a harder wait for me than it will be for her.
