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"No!"
"They got you, too?"
"Say it isn't so!"
Yet, here I sit, 31 levels later, and I refuse to walk away. What started as a curiosity has now turned into a full-fledge family experience ... and I will not apologize for it.
Farmville has become a very interesting concept for our entire family. While there are plenty of cheats and the ability to pay actual cash for more stuff (Seriously? Okay, you can judge THOSE crazy whack jobs!), it is a painfully cooperative game. It requires sharing and advancing with the help of others. My kids discover fairly quickly that if they do not share their wealth regularly, others are also not as eager to do so.
Conversations over breakfast sound like this:
"Please be careful pouring the milk. Oh, and what does everyone need today? Would you rather have a cow or something for your horse stable?"
We have heated discussions over appropriate Farmville etiquette. If you do not block your farmers in, requiring us to tromp all over your insanely eclectic farm, just to fertilize five plots - WE WILL TALK ABOUT YOU! It will be ugly and your ears will burn straight through to your skull.
So, my family plays Farmville. I PLAY FARMVILLE. I publicly say it's "for the kids" and for "family entertainment." My husband does the same. Yet, when I walk through the bedroom to discover him using his fancy schmancy Calculus calculator to figure out his maximum yield per crop, we do not make eye contact. In fact, I put on a poker face and wad up into a ball of jealousy because I didn't think to do the same.
My name is Christine, and I play Farmville.
Christine
