The character yelled as he unloaded his fully automatic weapon. Brian sat on the edge of the couch as Jonathan, covered in pajamas, commanded the character with his controller. Brian relaxed still in his dress clothes, but plush slippers enveloped his feet. Both Father and Son let the television engross them. “Get ’em! Over there!” Brian encouraged. Jonathan jerked his body trying to dodge the blasts. He screeched, and then dropped the controller. “He killed you. Oh no!” Brian said as he tickled his son. Anne Marie meandered in drying a dish. She wore a woman’s swing robe in her favorite color—green. She shook her head with a coy look on her face. “What are you two lugs up to?” she asked. “Jonathan just got shot by a hitman,” Brian explained. “I’ll kill him. I have infinite lives,” Jonathan added. “I don’t know if I like that game. Killing and guns,” Anne Marie said. “It’s only make-believe. Right Jonathan?” Brian remarked as Jonathan picked up the controller.
