When my son Jonathan was a little boy, he loved video games.
We had the first version of the Nintendo game system hooked up in his room, and he would play it constantly. I even put time limits on him.
One night after I told him to go to bed and turn off the video games, I walked by his room about an hour later and saw blue light coming from beneath the door. I opened it, and there was Jonathan with his game still on! I said, “You were supposed to turn that off. Why are you still playing it?” Jonathan responded, “I think I am ‘dadicted,” (he meant to say “addicted”).
I thought it was so funny, that I just told him to turn the game off, and laughed about it afterwards.
Now, fast-forward many years later. Jonathan is the father, and he has a daughter named Allie who also is “dadicted” to her newer-generation Nintendo game system. The other night he told her to turn it off, and a while later he saw light coming out from her room. He opened the door, and there was little Allie, hiding under the covers playing her game—just like her dad did many years earlier.