At some point last year, my 5-year-old son came home from school fluent in what sounded like an entirely new language: Bulbasaurs and Charizards, electric and fire types, evolutions and battles. I had no idea what he was talking about. It wasn’t just my son. It seemed that, suddenly, his entire school was Pokémon-obsessed. Nearly every birthday party we’ve attended since has been Pokémon-themed, including his own sixth, which required me to make a homemade Pikachu cake.