Lex and Alan play Minecraft most nights before bedtime so when Lex gets in to bed he has Minecraft on the mind. I mean, he always has Minecraft on the mind, but more so now that they are playing every night. I still lay with him at night, but instead of “Highs and Lows” like we used to do, now it’s just his steady stream of Minecraft talk until I leave. Some nights I tell him I really can’t deal with Minecraft thoughts and try to change the subject, but he just gets annoyed. Or offended. Or just tunes me out while he continues his Minecraft thoughts. Most nights I just let him ramble and my brain goes elsewhere. When I leave he keeps talking as I walk out the door. I wonder if I should feel guilty about this. Should I fake more of an interest in what he’s interested in, or is there a point where it’s fair to say I just don’t care! Will he grow up thinking his mother never listened to him. Sigh. Maybe I need another glass of wine. I’m sorry I ever let Minecraft into the house! I miss the days of varied interests, even though there were only ever three or four of them. Now we are down to just one and one alone. Minecraft.