In keeping with the I'm-actually-a-fourteen-year-old-boy theme? I spent most of yesterday evening playing video games with the Boy Child.
We played one of those wrestling games. Smackdown VS. Raw, maybe. I? Totally kicked his butt six ways of Sunday. And then repeatedly shouted things like, "AWWWWWWWWWWWW YEAHHHHHH!" Because, you know, it builds character to lose. Or whatever.
Boy Child was very enthusiastic about the entire thing though. He even helped me create my character which was a huge, Amazon-type woman with Pippi Longstocking Hair and arm tattoos. I called her, "Diseased Ovarian Girl".
Boy Child? Was impressed.
"She's just like you mom," he told me. "Except you have nicer hair and wear more clothes!"
True dat, Boy Child. True dat.