My mother hadn’t had the time to properly berate me, that had been interrupted by an obvious need to head to the ER and fix my brother. Not that he was broken, he was just a little loose in the seams.
“Chase Robert!” My mother bellowed upon her return, “What were you thinking?!” I explained the premise of the game to her, but she seemed anything but proud with our resourcefulness to come up with a new game. …show more content…
Instead he was interested in the metal staples they had put in his scalp to hold everything together, which is understandable considering that this now made him part robot, what with him having a metal skull and everything. “ We can’t play this game anymore” I declared “It would be totally unfair for you to have harder bones than me.” My mother seemed a bit galled that this was the only reason I saw it unfit for the game to be played anymore, but she didn’t protest it too much as it did stop us from ever playing it