Lighter Note

A story from last week to keep you entertained whilst I answer all your wonderful comments.

Last Thursday I went up to my dad’s house to spend some time. He has recently separated from his live-in girlfriend of 5-ish years, so I felt some daughterly support was called for. Also, I can do laundry for free there (hey, my dad yells at me if I don’t bring any laundry, so it’s not like I’m taking advantage). I also brought my newly acquired ps2 game, Baldur’s Gate 2, in case the book I was reading failed to keep me busy while everyone was at work and school Friday. My (half)brother and I ended up playing the game when he got home from school. He’s ten, so we had a rather enjoyable time beating the hell out of some goblins and orcses. His character has a number of skills, which you can increase every time you gain a level. One of these is called “Cleave” as in “I cleaved him in twain!” We reached a point in the game where we leveled up. The following is the ensuing conversation:

Me: What skills do you want to spend your points on?
Bro: That cleavage one.
Me: Which one?!?
Bro: That one you told me about before, cleavage.
Me: It’s “cleave” not cleavage, that means something else.
Bro: Oh, cleave then.