I have a 10-year-old nephew. He's awesome. For the sake of anonymity, let's just call him "Z." Like all 21st century hatchlings, Z owns an iPhone 6 Plus and has a plethora of games on his monstrous device. Whenever Z isn't swamped texting his friends pictures of animal butts and burning up precious data streaming Maroon 5 songs, he's enveloped in his arsenal of apps and games.
So I asked Z to describe each one in his own words—aww, Z's cute—and then out of curiosity I played all eight, and rated each appropriately. Indeed, it was one hell of a Thanksgiving afternoon at the Glass household. Lots of turkey, followed by general fear and malaise of Earth's underage gaming population. Ugh! Holidays, right?