Our son came to our bedroom on a Saturday morning to complain that his younger sister was hogging the Xbox.
“She’s in Minecraft,” the 12-year-old said.
“So how are you going to get her out?” my wife asked, playing on the mixed use of the preposition, in instead of on.
His face brightened.
“I know,” he said. “I can turn off the Xbox control – or the TV!”
He raced back to the living room with what we thought to be the devilish idea of turning off Minecraft and leaving his nine-year-old sister still in the game, still in the television set. Out of sight, out of mind – and, more importantly, out of his way so that he could play what he wanted.
It took six seconds for the first shouts to be heard from the living room.