Scott bought us 2 extra controllers for the game cube, so our family night consisted of playing "smash brothers" with all 4 of us. (I didn't have an excuse) Gibson as we were picking players said, "Mom, you be Peach, it's not a boy, it's not a boy...you'll like it."
Beck was paired with me, and after about 5 rounds he said, "I like you mom, I like you...I love you mom...but, don't you want to be on Dad's team?!"
And Scott knew I was an easy target so he always came after me...so Beck had to protect me as I frantically pushed every button my fingers could push simultaneously.
Let's face it, I stink.
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