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My daughter was playing a computer game. The most I feel like irritating her is when she’s focused on something.

She was saying, “For members only. For members only. For members only. Ah I can buy this!”

You can buy items on the game with points you earn by playing the game. The game is free to play, but you can pay real money and become a member. Members earn more points and can buy more items.

She usually doesn’t complain. She knows we’re too cheap to pay for games, but she’s seems content with that. Today she unusually remarked, “Why is everything for members?”

I say to her, “When you grow up, make a game that allows non-members to buy anything they want”. She says, “Good idea” with a straight face.

I’m not sure at this point if she’s just saying okay to get rid of me, or because she really liked the idea. I had also implied that she should make games when she grows up, and she usually doesn’t allow me to make hypothetical career choices for her.

So, I decide to dig a little deeper. I say, “Maybe you should make it so that non-members actually get more items than members. I get a, “hmm”. Still no expressions. She doesn’t even look up.

I find myself explaining this, “So members would pay money, and then get access to fewer items than non-members”.

What am I looking for? What any father hopes for. I’m looking for an exasperated expression and a, “stop it!”

Instead, once again, without taking her eyes of the screen, with the sweetest voice, she says, “I really like that idea. I don’t know why?”

The apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

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