Why we should make sure none of the kids are awake when we come back from a night out:

Ian, just a little tipsy, throwing the door open: "I didn't mind. I like it when you beat me."

Alex, from the couch: "Holy shit. Really? I'm right here."

Ian: "Well, next time you can come and watch."



(For the record, he was talking about losing to me at nine ball 13 games in a row; Alex, on the other hand, has a typical 14 year old dirty mind.)