Me: No. Nope, nope, nope.
Son2: It’s just a ventilation duct; what could possibly go wrong?
Me, Later: WHAT?! What happened to his face? His face! Just nope. Nope, nope, nope!
Me: I’m just going to go over here instead… THE TRASH CAN IS MOVING THE TRASH CAN IS MOVING…
Son2: Um Dad…
Me: You! Bad! Thing! You! DIE!
Son2: Dad, maybe this game just isn’t for you.
Me: Yanno, I think I will just go to bed.