When the smoke from Anti-Cosmo poofing me away cleared I noticed I was in my room and in my bed.I turned and saw that the clock read 8:33 pm so dinner was ready.I hoped out of bed and headed into the kitchen and saw mom and dad talking about things.
"We need to be something other than fish all the time."Mom said to dad angrily.This was their typical dinner argument about mom wanting to be dogs or cats since they had a new godkid other than Timmy and dad just wanting to stay the same.Usually this would go on for hours and I would get pulled in after finishing dinner.I took a seat at the table and mentally prepared myself for what was to come.
"We need to keep the tradition alive."My dad argued as my mom set our plates in front of us.We began to eat away at our dinner.
"The tradition was never alive to begin with."Mom argued back.
"Not anymore if you kill it."Dad retorted right back at her.I just ate and the argument went on from there until I finished eating.
"You agree with me Poof?"My mom asked me in a caring voice way different from her arguing voice.
"No,he is a true born man.He agrees with me of course."My dad countered not even asking my opinion.
"I just don't care."I said annoyed from their dumb argument.They both looked at me and then each other,then me and finally each other before breaking into an argument about who made me answer the way I did.I just signed before heading to my room and falling asleep.