I was thinking about Father’s Day today. You know what a father is? A father is the one holding the other controller while you’re playing Super Mario Brothers, your friends are all over, who pauses and releases just as you jump over a chasm. That’s what a father is.
Remember that? Remember how the non-playing controller could pause and unpause the game just the same as the playing controller? Remember how pausing and unpausing during a jump would cause Mario/Luigi to immediately fall regardless whether they would have cleared the jump easily if not messed with? Remember that?
Sure, something like that was most often pulled by a friend of sibling. However, a father is the kind of person who brings that kind of immature joke to adulthood, despite position of responsibility and whatever else. The father does this, and then gets ticked if you get too ticked. That’s what a father is.
Mind you, my dad never pulled this. I saw a friend’s dad pull this gag and laugh, his son having to wait for a while to get another turn despite a joke having been played on him to rob him of his rightful turn. Not that mine wouldn’t have. He just never saw this opportunity and snatched it.
I think he would have.