Just hysterically laughing at my retarded kids. They wanted to have an imaginary magic battle, so for some ungodly reason the second grader attacked me with a fire cheetah named "Boomer". Naturally, I defended with Second Wife Jitsu and 401k to Gold Transmutation. Of course she had no idea what the fuck I was talking about about.
Then the four year old that listens to every damn thing I say runs in and shouts "Chud Creation Magic: Warm Hot Dogs", and I almost pissed my pants.
