Making a game with my son

One morning, my son woke up and came downstairs, deep in thought. He looked up at me and said, “Can we make a game, Mummy?” He’s seven and he’s called Jacob. He told me his game was called Exploding Kitties. He described the mechanics. Bad guys patrol up and down. If they see the player - a kitty - they laser them with their eyes and the kitty explodes. If the kitty can sneak behind a bad guy, it…