I really should be proud that they’ve started working together as opposed to fighting all the time.
And I should be impressed with how clever the plan was.
Because it was clever.
Oh so, so clever.
But the end result, well… I wasn’t pleased.
Everyone else; kids, wife, friends, visiting Nana, they thought it was hysterical.
They thought it was so damn funny…
But when one of your children, your own flesh and blood, the fruit of your battered loins nut punches you just so you’ll double over in pain long enough for another of your despicable brood to shove a spit wetted finger in your ear and shout “wet willy!” at you as you try not to throw-up from the pain…
That’s just…
That…
I mean…
Man…
Just…
Fuck that kind of team work!
Dadgitated 