CRASH!

You ran from the kitchen at the sound.

There was a huge hole in your living-room wall.

Your eldest son, Matt, stood holding the Buster Sword.

"ZACKARY!"

"Yes, darling?"

"WHAT is he doing with this?"

"You can never start too soon!"

"Matt, honey, go to your room. I have to punish Daddy."

"Zack! He's six! You can't expect him to handle that sword so young! Get him a wooden one or-"

You were silenced with a breathtaking kiss.

"You win."

"Eeeewwww!" Matt had returned.

Father and son raced off, and you didn't feel like you'd won anything.