So, I got this new PC-based video game: Star Wars: Empire At War.
It's pretty cool. I think the game AI needs some upgrades, but overall, it's a very nice game.
The moment I installed it, my son Ben was begging me to play him in a battle. He bought the game a couple weeks before I did.
We played. Ben wiped the floor with me. Bobby tried to play for me, but then it was Bobby playing not me. So, my 12-year old son beat the snot out of me in a video game.
Sometimes, life just isn't fair.
I'm going to actually learn how to play the game and beat Ben to a quivering, boneless pulp in the near future. You just watch me.
Some chick calls for Bobby about three weekends ago. She's like, "Hello, is Bob there."
I'm like, "Barb?"
"Bob"
"Oh, Bobby!"
I just can't stop calling him Bobby even though his voice is pretty deep now. Bob's voice has been deep for a long time. Ben's voice is just starting to crack now. I can remember when my voice changed. I was about 14-years old.
I remember my step-sister Bonnie called us on the phone. I answered and made sure to use my new deep-voice when I learned it was Bonnie. My mom laughed at me. Laugh all you will Mommy, but I'm a old man now who's had this deep voice for like 30-years now. Mwa haa haa!
Ben's voice is cracking and he's starting to get a bit tall. I'm sure he hasn't hit his major growth period yet. Of course, as Bekah keeps informing us on a regular basis, she's going though a growth spurt. Hence, whenever Bekah's hungry, it's because of the growth spurt. Nevermind if she didn't eat well at dinner or just wants a snack.
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