It was, apropos nothing, as we walked to his school together the other day, that my son looked up at me and said: “By the way, the Pope plays Undertale.” The clue was in the verb. He was talking about a game, and further questioning revealed that, sure enough, it’s a game he plays on his computer.
Any parent of children born in the last 30 years or so will be familiar with the dilemma that these wretched devices force us to wrestle on a daily basis. Obviously too much time wasted racking up points on some daft virtual assault course will rot the brain, damage eyesight and relegate homework to the status of an irksome distraction, while access to the wrong material can traumatise a young mind and warp its conscience beyond repair.
