If you know anything about video games, you should know that Marvel vs. Capcom 3 came out a few days (weeks? I don’t know much about video games, so I don’t know!) ago.  And since Target had a rockin’ deal - spend $60 on this game, and you get a free action figure worth… wait for it… $6! - we decided to buy the game.

It’s pretty cool, from what I have seen.  And I enjoyed playing it, though Dean in all his three year old bad assness whipped up on me pretty badly. 

But from the title of this post, you can guess who is in the game, right?  Come on… you can do it… DING! DING!  Yep, it’s Iron Man (Readers of this site know that Dean’s name for Iron Man is Man Now).  Dean noticed him on the cover right away when we were in GameStop on  Friday.  How many games does the store have?  I don’t know… hundreds maybe?  But, of course, his Iron Man Radar was up and pinging, and he found the game.  Of course we did not buy it at GameStop, because how can you pass up Target’s awesome deal?  But the next day we did head out to the store, and Roy and I did plunk down our $62 for the game - no wait, I think we used our credit card… anyways, we paid for the game and came home to try it out.

Now, me personally, I like these types of games.  You need no special video game skills or knowledge to play, which is good because I possess none.  You can just push buttons, and you WILL get lucky as onscreen your character will do some wildly amazing move that annihilates your opponent.  And yes, I get a small thrill out of doing so, even when I am playing with my three year old… because I am just rotten like that! 

But it is wildly obvious to me that once again, my five boys are all possessed of some secret video game gene that they did NOT get from me.  In the case of the older boys, they must have absorbed it by simply being near Roy, while the younger three got it through genetics, but again, it isn’t from me.  I mean how else do you account for the fact that a three year old can beat me at the game, and yes I was actually trying?!

However, I realize, it might not actually be a video game gene in Dean’s case, but rather the love of Iron Man.  EVERYTIME Dean plays this game, he is Iron Man… Red, blue, silver, whatever.  He doesn’t care about the other two people on his team - you play three on three - though he does like some girl named Morrigan, perhaps because her boobs are just crazy big and the boys all giggle when she is on screen.  But, when Dean is Iron Man, he actually puts up a good fight, even against his older brothers.

This is just another reason why Iron Man is magical to our son.  He plays this video game, and plays as Iron Man, and suddenly he is on par with his older brothers.

The past few days, he has been digging on the new Power Rangers show - a show that has been a big draw for all of the boys growing up.  He even got a few Power Rangers action figures, but when I watch him play, it is still Iron Man that always saves the day.