"What's for dinner?" my kids asked.
"I'll pick up some pizza." I responded.
"When?" they asked.
"In just one more turn. I promise."

6 hours later the lights were off in the rest of the house. I think they gave up and fed themselves cereal. Or maybe my wife packed them up in the car and left to go to her mother's house. I really don't know. I'll go check after this one more match. Or maybe after the next one.

(Seriously, who does that? I only made them wait like an hour for the match. I'm not that heartless..)

"What's for dinner?" my kids asked. "I'll pick up some pizza." I responded. "When?" they asked. "In just one more turn. I promise." 6 hours later the lights were off in the rest of the house. I think they gave up and fed themselves cereal. Or maybe my wife packed them up in the car and left to go to her mother's house. I really don't know. I'll go check after this one more match. Or maybe after the next one. (Seriously, who does that? I only made them wait like an hour for the match. I'm not that heartless..)