I wrote this a while back so I wouldn't forget .....I forget more and more each day. I hope you enjoy it. And no grammar checking bait....

Tea Time
Feb 2009
     One cold and dreary Sunday afternoon I found myself sitting in my spot on the couch with my lovely daughter beside me. Abbey (my daughter) fired up the xbox and asked me if I would like to play her in Halo3. Being a video gamer from way back I accepted her challenge and grabbed a controller.
Now Halo3 has become Abbey’s latest passion, not baby dolls, or Barbies, as one might expect a 10 year old girl to enjoy. Halo3 for those not in the know is what they call a first person shooter. You see the gaming world as if from your own eyes, so when you turn the stick on the controller your view turns with it. The object of this game, as in most games is to get the high score, and this is accomplished by getting the most kills.
So we began playing the game and I soon found out two things. I was not very good at Halo3, and my dear sweet daughter was not bad. Now in the beginning of the game this made me proud in a way. My little girl was doing quite well at something that took good hand eye coordination and timing. That feeling quickly faded though. After 30 minutes or so my angel had commandeered a flying vehicle and was totally kicking my butt. Nothing I did seemed to work and her giggling every time I died in some horrible explosion or hail of gun fire started to grate on me. I finally destroyed her flying machine and thought things were looking up, I mean surely "mano a mano" I would have a chance. This was not the case. She would jump around shooting and dodging and just when I thought surely she would die she would kill me. Many times death would come in the form of a hail of bullets followed by a final blow from her rifle butt, or what they call a “butt stroke”.
At this point I’m getting frustrated, but trying not to let Abbey know. I’ve moved from sitting back relaxed to sitting on the edge of the couch all tense and serious. Clearly so I can concentrate better. And the giggling, really, does she have to giggle so much? And then “it” happened.
I need to explain something for those who have never seen Halo3 played. When you die there are a few seconds that the screen goes to a third person view and you are afforded a full screen view of your body before your character re-spawns and you can fight again. You get to see yourself falling off a wall, flying through the air after being blown up, or just lying there. You also sometimes get a glimpse of the person that killed you as they run away or fight others.
“It”, happened after a close battle between Abbey and me resulting in my death. As I sat waiting to re-spawn watching my body lay on the ground I saw Abbey walk over to my corpse. In the game she positioned herself directly over my corpse and squatted and then stood up. She did this a couple times quickly and giggling, ran off to find me again. I was stunned. I had just been virtually “tea bagged”.
I sat back and relaxed again, and giggled myself, giggled a lot actually. I asked her if she knew what “tea bagging” meant. She said no. I explained it to her, and when the conversation turned to prosthetic tea bags for the female players in the game, I turned back to the game.

I stopped playing against my boys 20 years ago.  I never has a chance as soon as they could read the instructions.

I actually have two daughters. The other one is no competition in a FPS game.  She plays on occasion, but not all that often.

You stepped in the World of Warcraft, I think we need to murder you for that. Shame on you, bobo.