It’s the calm before the storm. Eh, it’s not even a calm. Nothing ever really feels calm.
The oldest typically rejects his little sister’s requests to play video games. If he says yes, it means he’s bored. If he asks her to play, he’s INCREDIBLY bored.
First, they work together in the game. The arguments build slowly.
He’s “too good,” and she can’t keep up. She’s “dying on purpose.” Eventually, he starts messing with her in the game, so she starts messing with him in real life.
Voices get raised, items get thrown, and hyperbole is launched across the room like fireballs.
“Worst brother ever.”
“World’s biggest brat.”
“Dad’s least favorite.” <— DAMN, THAT’S HARSH
The action moves from the console to the carpet, and now they’re beating the crap out of one another.
I’m forced to step in.
“HEY! No closed fists! Whoever wins this fight is DEFINITELY my favorite.”
I shut their bedroom door behind me and put headphones on.
I’m sure everything will work out.
NOTES YOU MIGHT HAVE MISSED
- Note #819 – Minimalism
- Note #818 – Distortions
- Note #817 – Louse
- Note #816 – Praise
- Note #815 – Uproarious
STUFF I DID ON YOUTUBE THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE MISSED
STUFF I DID ON INSTAGRAM THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE MISSED
STUFF I DID ON TIKTOK THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE MISSED
That’s all I’ve got. Time to go throw out more stuff while they’re at school.
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