“What do I do? Should I accept? Must I play? I have to send lives?!”
Clearly the agitated hubby is not quite farmer nor does he has the patience for Farm Heroes. He was enlisted to ‘play’ only to help send me lives whenever I get stuck to cross a chapter. But with the network of friends in Facebook, it became unavoidable and known to all that he’s also a farm hand (albeit a non-active one). That’s why he’s been getting a barrage of requests for assistance.
Last night, I tried to convince him to try play the game citing it as mind-challenging and even therapeutic.
“Should I play?” he asked the girls.
“Nooo… Daddy!” both girls exclaimed in horror.
I guess I remain the only farmer in the family. Sigh.