I heard the sound of Roblox music, followed by laughter, but no feet upon my office doorway.
So as soon as I could make out the zip of her knapsack, I waited. The moment the books were put away, I always knew I’d hear the patter of her feet and her request that we do something together. I mentally prepared for the inevitable run-in that always followed. If my inner paranoid voice wasn’t enough to convince me of that, it was the day I heard her finish her homework from the other room. It was a huge open world with tons of her real life friends. I’ve dealt with my daughter wanting me to play a hip new gamebefore, but what made this different was the fact that it wasn’t a lonely one-player experience. She would stay in there playing for weeks on end if we let her. She would usually just run into the other room to adopt people or whatever she was making her block people do. Every time she begged me to join in, I’d shrug and give the always-ready daddy answer. Much like she can’t understand why I watch wrestling in Japanese, I couldn’t understand her infatuation with this game. She plays it whenever she’s given time on the iPad and will sometimes multitask by having her friends on speaker phone while they both take part in some sort of Roblox adventure.
It’s a simple concept wrapped around many different scenarios. From there, they can take part in activities ranging from Extreme Hide and Seek to fashion shows to surviving natural disasters. It’s basically an online world with real people controlling block-style people. That was my initial exposure to this computer game which has seemed to mesmerize all the children in my daughter’s fourth grade class. …and then this girl was like, “Will you be my mommy?” So I said, “Fine.” Then I was her mommy and then she… I was half listening until it veered towards pure insanity. I remember the first time I heard my daughter talking about it.
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