Back in the day I was the savior to my boys whenever they got stuck on a level in one of their games. Dad to the rescue!

Last December my oldest son begged me to play Medal of Honor, or some other first person shooter game. I loved those types of games back when I had some spare time, and sat down to play on the Xbox with him. After 20 minutes of having my head explode, or dying in other equally spectacular ways, I made him use only a knife. I still died, many times, over the next hour or so. I killed him once, but from a distance when he set off one of the claymores I had set.

Haven't played a game since. How times have changed.