Lately, I've been watching the guy play Pikmin 3. Goddamn that's a perfect game. I tend to spend a lot of time with either older games or newer indie games, so I'm not used to that kind of polish. It's really emotionally intense for a seven-year-old, so it kind of makes it really emotionally intense for me. We actually did a run back in December, but had to quit because the guy found losing Pikmin too upsetting. We just started back up again this weekend, and I made a point of reminding him that each session in it can be redone, and he seems to be handling losses much better.
(I just made it sound like a really sad game, but it's actually filled with happy stuff.)
Katt and I have been playing Slay the Spire at least once a week for about two years now. We actually refer to it as "Game", as you may know.
Finally, because I need a deep escape because we've been dealing with tense real estate issues for two months now, I started playing Dark Souls again because I need to tie my brain up with the meticulous blocking of spear thrusts from armored skeletons.