A story from four years ago - the nephew in question is now seven: I introduced my (3 year old) nephew to Skyrim a couple days ago, since the game I normally play with him (Guild Wars) was super slow due to downloading GW2 for the beta. Anyway, when he came running up to me insisting that we "play monsters," I decided he wouldn't be scarred forever, and loaded up Skyrim. He climbed into my lap, grabbed the smaller (broken) mouse that I let him use as I play, and off we went. His observations: Him: "Is dark." Me: "Well, it's nighttime in the game, sweetie." Him: *all excited* "Is boat!" Me: "Shall we go on the boat?" Him: *fierce deliberation* "No. Go up." Me: "Up?" Him: "Up da hill." *points* "Up dat hill." (some time later) Him: *sudden excitement* "Monster! Fight da monster!" Me: "What monster?" Him: "Up dere." *points at the screen* Me: *after a moment, I see the dragon* "Oh! That's a dragon!" Him: "Fight da dwagon. Dwagon fall down." Me: "Well, we've got to catch him first." Him: *very seriously* "Run fast." *bangs his mouse against the mousepad to make his point* "Fast! Faster!" (After I catch up with the dragon, at the urging of my little taskmaster...and yes, I was on God Mode at this point, as I defy you all to fight a Blood Dragon with an excited 3-year-old in your lap otherwise...) Him: "Teef!" Me: "Yes, lots of teeth. He's trying to eat me!" Him: *bouncing up and down in glee* "Chomp! Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp! Hit 'im wif da sword!" (After I win and absorb the dragon soul...) Him: *eyes very wide* "Dwagon fall down! Woooooooosh!" (We go to Markarth) Him: "Up da stairs!" Me: "Is this high enough?" Him: "No! More stairs!" *pause* "Pwease." Me: "Okay, we'll keep climbing. Are you having fun?" Him: *with great relish* "Yeeaaaaaah." (At the highest point in Marakarth) Me: "Now what?" Him: "Go down." Me: "You want me to jump?" Him: "Yes. Lon' way down!" Me: *thankful for God Mode, makes the leap* Him: *throws his arms up* "Yaaaaaaaay!!!" And that is what it's like to play Skyrim with a toddler.
My nephew has a great future in...something. He intently watched his big brother paint for about three minutes, just repeating "...art...art...art...art..." before suddenly grabbing a brush and paper and yelling "I'M MAKIN' ARRRRRRRRRT!!!!" Full-contact art? Berserker Art? Did he hit his artistic Limit Break? Is that a Dragon Shout? The world may never know.