Kintropy In Action

"Hey, does everyone need hugs?"

Gabriel was prowling the dark office at 10:30pm.  It lays adjacent to his room:  conveniently located post-bedtime, apparently.

Mom and I sat next to each other, typing away at our computers (probably both on Facebook).  Gabriel hugged each of us in turn.

"Dad?" Gabriel asked.  I could see him turning on the sweetness, ready to ask for something.  I had given him a time out about two hours before.  He was attempting to work back into my good graces.  "Tomorrow, maybe we can play Super Smash Brothers."

I turned toward Gabriel.  "Gabriel, this is a really busy week at work.  When I get home, I may not feel like playing video games."

"Okay," he said, "I'll take that as 'that depends.'"

I laughed.

"Maybe when you get home, we'll play Super Mario Brothers.  That depends, right?"

"Yeah, something like that.  I may not want to play a video game, but we'll do something together."

"Ok, Dad."

-- Dad