You were with your enemy, arguing with him. "Well l'm sorry that dogs are better than cats!" He shouts, slamming his hands on the table.

"alfie… we are not there yet it's question number two."

"Oh, right." He mumbles, focusing on the sheet of paper. "It's two hundred and ninety five." He said confidently. "No it's not, two times five isn't that..." you answer, rolling your eyes.

When his friends decided to chirp in. "Mommy and daddy are fighting again," they say at the same time, frowning.