Mine craft.

That is all Evan cares about. He eats, drinks, and sleeps this game.

Whoever invented it is genius. Or evil.

Evan saw these brass apples at my in-laws house. He said "Butter apples!!! Papa has butter apples!"

I don't even know what that means, but he said "In Minecraft...." and then I think I forgot to listen after that.

But he made me take a picture. And I would be remiss if I didn't document for future generations how this computer game of pixels is of the utmost importance in the life of this 9 year old boy (and every other 9 year old boy I've ever met ).

I appreciate that he looks a little crazy here, because I feel a little bit like that when I have to hear about Minecraft for the 1,989,897,652,137th time.