| The breakfast table...
This morning I was eating breakfast with the wife and kids. My son asked a question about Halo 3, and I answered it (don't remember what it was). Naturally, I had to launch into a description of last night's escapades.
"Last night Dad took it to some people with the energy sword! I grabbed it off some guy a buddy and I took down, and before I knew it I had killed 8 people in a row." At this point I began thrashing my right arm around wildly. "Your Dad jumped off this platform on The Pit and landed between two guys. I lunged right (stabs in the air), and then turned around and swept right through the next guy's gut." I scowled, and in a loud low voice quickly added
"DOUBLE KILL..."
By now my right arm was fully extended out over the muffins, wielding an imaginary but very deadly energy sword. My son was riveted. The only sound was the sound of the dog sneaking his paw onto the edge of the table, sniffing and looking for a morsel. There was a lengthy dramatic pause.
My wife regarded me flatly. "Nice." She batted her eyes, clearly passing the nonverbal message: You are quite possibly the dorkiest man alive.
"What," I pleaded, "I thought he'd like it!"
"Yes. He's 9."
On the way out the door, she kissed me on the cheek and reminded me not to kill any of my banker clients with my energy sword. | 
