The CFO got home last night after a long day at work. The boys had been home all day. The scene she arrived to:

1. “I Wanna Rock!” by Twisted Sister blaring over the stereo.

2. A one year old running around in a circle screaming, occasionally hitting a wall.

3. Daddy (on his knees) and the Jr. VP in the living room both holding blocks, trying to poke each other with the block while dodging the other guys efforts at the same.

CFO: What game are you guys playing?

CEO: Knifefight.

CFO: No. God no. This is not OK. Stop. Please, stop.

CEO: I actually thought you’d prefer this. What he really wanted to play was “Gunfight”.

Jr. VP: Mommy, watch! I am going to cut Daddy with this very sharp knife! En garde! At this point I parry a thrust from Stinkboy’s “knife.”

CFO to the CEO, mournfully: Why are you doing this? How did this get started? Did it not occur to you that this might not be a good idea?”

CEO: You know, you and I are really very different people.

The Jr VP said to me last night, and I quote, “Daddy, let’s play rock music and fight.” I gave him a little hug, told him I loved him, put on Twisted Sister, and then we started our game. Was it really so wrong?