King of New York vs King of Toyko

Paco received a new copy of King of New York for Christmas and we had a family gaming session this afternoon.  I enjoy the game a lot more than King of Tokyo as there are a lot more choices to make in the game.  Just to give you a quick, basic rundown of King of Tokyo, each player plays a monster sent to terrorize Tokyo.  Whichever monster can accumulate the most fame (20 stars) wins the game.  You can also attack other monsters in the game, so if you are the last monster standing, you also win.  You do this with a Yahtzee style gameplay, where you roll 6 dice and can reroll them up to 3 times.  Each side of the die gives you different options of what you can do in the game.  

One of the changes that I really like in KoNY is the ability to not just attack other monsters, but instead attack buildings around New York. When you attack a building, you get a small bonus, but you also bring a military unit to your borough to help defend the city against your razing.  Another change in this game is that you can be attacked not only by other players, but also the military units defending the city.  It is a small change that increases the strategy of the game without changing the heart of it.  The game is still a last-monster-standing game or who can become the most famous monster in New York. 

The art and theme of the game are also great.  I found the theme to be even stronger in this game as opposed to its predecessor.  I love that the New York Marathon card doesn’t allow monsters to move unless they “pay”.  Much like in real life, you aren’t getting around the city easily if The Marathon is happening.  

King of Tokyo is a great game to play with kids but feels a bit lucky and mindless.  There are definitely decisions to be made, but there is a lot of luck involved.  I don’t see myself pulling this one out when I’m with a bunch of friends.  While King of New York still feels a bit sillier than my normal games, I think I’d enjoy having fun with some of my friends with this one.  There are plenty of ways to accrue points or knock other players out in KoNY that make it a much better option out of the two.  Adding in the King of New York: Power Up! expansion would make this game even that much better.  That expansion adds special powers and abilities for each character so that it makes each character play a little bit differently.

Our game today ended up with an early exit by Casey (not realizing her health was so low) followed by Paco getting knocked out (waiting a little too long to exit Manhattan).  I secured the win by gaining enough fame to be the SuperStar of New York and beating the last monster, Ladybug.  I see a rematch happening in the near future.

My Favorite Child’s Desire

hermioneOn the way home from the pool the other day, this gem of a conversation occurred.

Out of the blue, Paco asked, “How old is Hermione in the first Harry Potter book?”

“I don’t know, maybe nine?  I confessed.

“How old is she now?”

Doo doo.  “Siri, how old is Emma Watson?”  Dee dee.

“Emma Watson is 25.”

“How old is Harry Potter?” Bug inquired.

“I would guess the same age…”

harry“Ask Siri.”

Oh sure, like she knows everything. Doo doo. “How old is Daniel Radcliffe?” Dee dee.

“Daniel Radcliffe is 25,” Siri answered with mocking superiority.

Paco’s turn again. “How about Ron?”

“I don’t know what Ron’s name is. Yeah, yeah… Ask Siri.” Doo doo. “Who is the actor that plays Ron Weasley?” Dee dee.

“OK, I found this on the web.”

Oh! Not so smart now are you, Siri?  You can’t even say his name. You have to make me look at my phone while driving. You call yourself a friend. Ha! Don’t you even care about my safety? Alright, let’s see… Rupert Grint. No wonder I don’t remember his name. Rupert sounds more like Hagrid than Ron.

Doo doo. “How old is Rupert Grint?” Dee dee.ron

“Rupert Grint is 26.”

“Why are they different ages?  In the book they are all the same.

“It’s like mom and I are sometimes the same age and then at different times in the year she’s a bit older.”

No response.

“You know how Mrs. Wilson  and I are the same age?”

“Yes,” they both responded.

“But she’s actually older because she was born first.”


“It’s like that.  Hey, next time you see Mrs. Wilson, make sure to tell her that she looks older than I do.  Feel free to tell her she looks 45.”

“No! I’m telling her you told us to say that,” retorts Paco.

“Why aren’t you on my side? I’m your dad. I thought you were better friends with me than Mrs. Wilson.”

“I’m better friends with her son.”

“I’m better friends with you, daddy. My friends go: you, Mrs. Wilson, her son.” Bug has a way of trying to smooth things out when her brother is at odds with one of the parental units.  Even though we were joking, she knows how to choose sides wisely.

“My friends go: Mrs. Wilson’s son, Billy, Jimmy… ” Bug’s eyes grew wider with each proclamation, incredulous at her brother’s lack of loyalty.

“Wait, wait, wait… You’re picking those guys over me?” I jested. “I guess I know who my favorite kid is now. Bug, what do you want me to get you?  You can have anything.”



tapedispenser“I want 100 rolls of tape and a black tape thingy that has sand in the bottom. And a doll. And a puppy. And a pretend cell phone.

“You should get a real cell phone,” Paco pressed.

“Nope.  I just want a pretend one.”

Oh for the days when 100 rolls of tape and a black tape thingy was all I wanted.


Don’t disagree with Wolverine



A few days ago, the kids were out grocery shopping with Casey. As most of you are well aware, these trips rarely involve children walking hand-in-hand while harmonizing favorites from the Sound of Music.  Although there were no such sweet melodies on this excursion, the kids were actually behaving. We’ve recently introduced a behavior management system for the summer and it seems to be working. It’s cut down on the whining, misbehaving, and ignoring, but even better, we are seeing some changes in their hearts.  More on that in a different post.

At one point in the store, Paco (a name I’ve called my son since birth – I have no idea why) happened to spot a package of shish kabob skewers. I can assure you he didn’t want them because of his love of exotic cuisine. Eating chicken nuggets and fries from our favorite local Mexican restaurant is about as wild and crazy as that boy gets.

“Can I get those sticks? I want to make a Wolverine outfit!”

“I’m pretty sure we have some at home. You’re welcome to use them when we get back.”

The rest of the trip went fine and as soon as they entered the house, the story was relayed to me. The call of Minecraft was too strong however, and the superhero-craft-project fell by the wayside for the time being. As I began to help Casey put the groceries away, Bug (my daughter’s nickname derived from another nickname: “Ladybug”) scurried into the bathroom and proceeded to hop onto the toilet without closing the door. As this is a common occurrence in our house, I hollered “Don’t worry about the door!” Bug has recently caught on to my sarcastic quips enough to realize what I really meant and hopped off, waddled over to the door, and shut it while muttering, “Sorry.”

I went to check in on Paco to see how his castle in Minecraft was coming along. I rhetorically asked, “In what world is pooping with the door open okay?”

“Minecraft world,” Paco responded.  I stared at him quizzically. “I don’t even know what you are talking about,” he added candidly while mindlessly tiling his castle’s floor.

“I’m talking about pooping with the door open.  In what world is that an okay thing to do?!?!”

“This world,” he responded with a chuckle.

“I disagree.”

“Disagreements with Wolverine lead to disasters,” he said straight-faced.


Looks like I may be in for some trouble as soon as he dons his adamantium claws.

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