Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20160623123134/@comment-26517142-20160629153238

WHile my son whines and babbles like a sinner in Church, I give him a raised eyebrow. I had long seen him flubbing ever since he dropped a hullaballoo of Weresheep at the grad-school party.

"Are you certain? I hope you're not lying, cause I have had enough of your tomfoolery for a lifetime."

Son: Yes! Yes! ABSOLUTELY!! (door smashes in the background) She's HERE!!!

(I sigh. Promptly excusing myself, I head to his sister, ask the coordinates, and hand it back to him. He thanks me and rushes to defend himself)

"Hey Dinah, look. Your brother's fighting a Jabberwock live."

"Uhuh." SHe ignores me and eats a cereal.

Minutes later...

"Hey Dinah, look. Your brother is getting beaten up live."

"Uhuh." She continues munching.

Minutes more...

"UGH."

"What Dad?"

"Dinah, don't look, your brother is getting raped live."

..."Cool."