When I was 2 there was no such thing as a home computer. When I was 4 the very first one appeared, and my dad got it right away. Some of my fondest memories are of sitting on his lap as we played text adventures together. So it is with utter mad delight that I receive my 2 year old's requests to sit on my lap as I play games today. And with access to all of PC gaming, I'm usually able to meet his requests of, "Daddy, can we play game with..." That is, right up until I try to run any of them.
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