I suppose this isn't so much a sad tale but rather more of a realization that as a parent my habits can be easily, unknowingly, be passed down to my kids.
I finished LEGO Harry Potter this morning. I realize that the game is over a year old but I finally got around to getting the platinum on the game this morning.
I had rented it when it first game out to write a review for a site (which never published it--grumble grumble) but never got the chance to clean up the last 6 or so trophies I needed for the plat.
My son borrowed it from my nephew the other day and discovered something that is the reason for this post.
