To get them away from the X-Box.
Both sons tell me that no, they don't want to come to dinner, thank you very much. This time, instead of being in the middle of Halo, they're outside in the yard (!) shooting Air-Soft.
Not only does my heart swell with fatherly pride (shooty goodness), they're out in the fresh air (exercise).
I expect a call from the local constabulary any minute. Some sort of PSH about a kid with a gun. It is Massachusetts, after all.
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