At last, my son likes a videogame! Specifically, Splatoon 2. It was the Splatfest that did it, the eternal struggle between warring condiments proving an irresistible lure for a three-yearold. “Mayonnaise wi-ins,” he’d sing-song after every victory, delighted. He sat tight by my side, watching me play, for a good hour. This is unprecedented. It helped, I expect, that I went on a tremendous winstreak. I’ve always played well in front of an audience.
There are obvious reasons why he was drawn to Splatoon 2: it is loud, happy and cartoonish, a game with a clear objective which revolves around splashing the place with bright, lurid colour. Or, more to the point, two colours. He is just starting to understand the notion of conflict; superheroes increasingly feature in his play,…
