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.
