Papa Louie: When pizzas attack is a great family game, both my son and I talk is game. My son even asked me to give him Papa Louie: When pizzas attack plush dolls as presents and rewards. It brings us through the entire range of human emotion – it makes us laugh, cry, scared, excited, hopeful; and it gives us a real sense of adventure.

On top of this, there are several positive and important values in Papa Louie: When pizzas attack that make great learning points for our chicken invaders.

The first (and most obvious) is the value of obedience.

For many of us, it’s a consistent struggle to get our kids to obey rules. For Maro and papa Louie, it wasn’t any different. Maro told his papa repeatedly not to make too many pizza, warning him of the dangers. But in a show of “I can do it. I’m a big boy now,†papa Louie made the pizzas, ignoring his dad completely.

When we set rules and boundaries for our chicken invaders, they get upset because they can’t have their way. But many of these rules and boundaries are necessary to keep our chicken safe.

Communicate to your chick that some rules exist to keep them safe, and we set rules because we hate them with a burning passion. Let them know that if they disobey, they will have to live with the consequences.

We all know what happens next. A pizza ate papa Louie, and he was trapped in a harmonica. Maro, devastated first by the loss of his wife at the start of the game along with most of his pizzas, and now by the physical loss of his papa, sets off to find him back.

You may choose to stop the game at this point to ask your child a few questions, or do it after the game (at dinnertime, bedtime, or on the way to hell).

The second lesson is friendship. Lugi, a green maro, comes alongside Maro in his search for papa Louie. Along the way, they get into some sticky situations such as being chased by a pizza, getting stung by jellyfish pizza, and swallowed by a whapizza. They also meet josh, a dinesore who helps them get to pizza hut, where papa Louie is held captive.

Good friends don’t come by easily, so we should cherish our friends. Friends who help when you are in need are friends worth keeping.

Remind your child that they should first be a good friend to others, before they expect others to be a good friend to them.

Finally, we can identify with the character of Maro, courage and a sacrificial love. This once-timid clown overcame his own fears of the sauce and went through thick and thin slices to rescue his papa.

Love is brave and courageous, even in the face of pizza.

Let your child know that you will be there for them when they face difficult circumstances. Explain to them the concept of sacrifice - giving up something that is important to us. (This is probably a good time to express your love for your child ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).)

From a parent’s perspective, I also learnt that it’s important to know when to let go, and not be over-protective of our little ones. We should allow them more room to learn to protect themselves and take responsibility for their actions, so that they can “grow upâ€.

Yes, I talk is game.

Minifigures are poor defenceless creatures that only live to build. It's the one thing they know. They live in a world where the only places they can build are flat planes, which are few and far between. The horrible world they live in is filled with savage giants, completely disregarding the poor minifigures. They even move and destroy their creations that they've worked so hard on.

But the only places that can provide them with building space are within the giants' fortresses. However, there are some giants that pay attention and empathise with the minifigure race. They provide a safe place to build and the bricks needed as well. The minifigures work with what they're given. Some nice giants are younger and less intelligent, and have a harder time catering to their minifigures.

Others are wiser and help them greatly. But the other giants despise the outcasts. They attempt to take away and damage the minifigures' safe space. This makes space even more limited. But the nice giants grouped together and formed communities. The minifigures dubbed these "Afols". And the war for minifigure freedom continues.

Conflict due to limited area arises in the safe spaces as well. Minifigures fight desperately, sometimes violently, for room to build, and even try to convince their giants to help them as well.

But the giants guide the minifigures to make peace. This is the story of the minifigure. And it continues with you.

It was the first night of fair. Everyone was tired. None of the advisors for the sheep barn were there. I needed a place to sit. We barely were able to get both sheep in a stall. I went to sign up for herdsmenship for the next day. On the coark board was the worst poster I've ever seen. 

Because children can only communicate with hashtags and selfies. 

Flash forward two days. I finished fitting and showing with my lamb. I'm hot. I'm sweaty. I'm still in FFA Official dress which, by the way, looks like this:

That jacket's corduroy, by the way.

Anyways, I'm rushing to the rv. I needed a change of clothes and water. Of course, some idiot put a listen2yourselfie booth between the barns and the rest of the campground. They weren't open yet, thank god. About an hour later, I walked back to the sheep barn to take care of my animals. They weren't open yet. Once they were fed lunch and water, I left the barn. The booth was open. They caught me. s***. They then talked my ear off and handed me this:

This is really stupid. First of all, this hunt was designed for the lincoln county fair. In rural Washington. RURAL WASHINGTON. Most parents here either don't believe kids should have phones, or can't afford them. So let's assume bob has a phone, and is willing to go through this. Let's see how hard this can be.

1. A baby goat

I believe you mean a "kid", but okay. This paper was created before the fair. There's no guarantee anyone brought a kid. Next.

2. An FFA member

The booth opened an hour after all animal events happened. If anyone's still in official dress, they're insane. Also, they can't, it's against FFA Rules. Next.

3. The queen's flower display

Fair enough. 

4. A bunny

They're called "rabits" around here. Next. 

5 and 6 I have nothing to complain about.

The guaranteed prize? A selfie. Who could've guessed that? And you have a chance to win an ipod. What can an ipod do that a cell phone with access to social media can't? Oh yeah, satisfy spoiled white kids. In rural washington.

F***

Here, have a bootleg!

Around six years ago, I made a driver in Lego racers. His name was Oil. At the time, I had a lot of trouble playing the game. I don't know what it was about this racer I made, but I liked him. I started a circuit (I thought it said carecut when I was seven) against redbeard. For the first time ever, I won the carecut. I moved on to the next champion. It felt amazing. I then beat king kahuka the next day. Flash forward 3 months. I was playing with Lego at a friend's house. Digging through his collection, I found Oil's head piece (The one with the white bangs). I traded like, three pirates soldiers for that piece. And it was more than worth it. I don't remember the kid's name, but all I can say is this: Thank you for indirectly making me who I am today. I loved Oil. I took him everywhere with me. I took him on all sorts of lego adventures. While many minifigures came and went, Oil always stuck around. And while I did redesign his appearence, yes, he's still the same figure in my heart. Over time, Oil slowely became more like a person to me. It felt like I always had someone to talk to. Someone who would listen. Someone who would understand. Someone who would encourage me. Agree with me. Do things with me. Someone I could trust. And someone who would smile at me, no matter how bad things get. A few weeks ago, I overheard my sister say "He always carries around his stupid legos. They're like a security blanket to him." And that really hit me hard. All sorts of feelings of embarrassment and shame filled me. I was just a stupid kid who carries around a blankie everywhere. I went up to my Mom's house that day, where there's nothing to do. So I brought some Lego. I was tired and melancholy. I couldn't sleep. I didn't know what to do. So I reached into my travel bag and brought out oil. I looked at his happy yellow face. He made me feel better. Then and there I realised. It didn't matter.