We all know that parents wear many hats--cook, medic, laundry slinger, chaser-awayer of things in the night, and the finder of things in the house, as in "where are my cleats?" and "have you seen my mouth guard?" Lately I would also have to add to the list of my job titles Glorified Pokemon Uber Driver, although a very poorly paid one. After resisting the Pokemon Go crazy for many months, I finally let the kids load it onto my phone, which I now share with three Pokemon obsessed munchkins who talk about things like weedles and potions. It is like their own secret language, albeit one that they share with millions of other people with phone floating in front of their faces on this planet.
At this point, the kids and I have our routine of stops around town--the Coke sign, the park, the sculpture near the school. My errand routes have added new loops to drive by the Pokemon stops for the kids in the backseat to get more Pokeballs, potions, raspberries and incense (to attract more Pokemon, of course.) On the upside, the game has made the kids more willing to get out of the house and explore the city with me. I used it as lure to get them to go to the sculpture park downtown and to the Vivian Meier exhibit at the Art Center.
See kids? Art is great! Here they are inside the Nomad sculpture in the sculpture park. And look--they are having fun without a phone in their hands.
