Your hand lingered its hold on the cereal box you got near to your face, your eyes narrowing as you were searching for a price label anywhere on the damn thing.

Supermarkets the fridays weren't that full like other days, maybe because you decided to take a day early off work and bring your husband and kid to go help you with the groceries of the month–being a good parent and letting your kid sleep a few more hours, calling school to tell they were feeling sick for the weekend.

"No–I'm telling you, listen to me! Why are you going to pick Uncharted 2 over THE Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic?! Your mom is giving us a life-dead chance, kid!"

You didn't even blinked, still trying to find the tag with an clearly nonchalant expression as your husband and teenager were behind you still fighting to decide which game they have to pick to play on the xbox 360 you had back home.

It was funny, in a way. Clearly, find amusing how an middle thirty year old dude was arguing with his teenager child over what game or snack or even drink they should get back home just because you said they can choose just one. So it was a pretty endless fight with each other over the times it happened. Not because you didn't had cash, you just enjoyed watching.

"Enough! You think you're so smart you were born with MY head and strength in media, but you're wrong! This is the game of my life, dude!–You let me have no choice but request an challenge to a trivia off–"

"No, I'm taking THE Uncharted." Your kid simply interrupted in clear annoyance, holding their hands up by almost shoving the cd box on Bill's face. "You did this just to stole my Sailor Moon's toy from the Happy Meal last month and tell me to 'be a man' over it! It's my turn, I'm taking Nathan Drake to my room!"

"You damn brat! Think about your old man! Is this because I haven't let you play with the figures on my shelf? Well let me tell you those things have been born even before me, they're vintage!"

Meh. You murmured. Before just drop the box inside the half full cart, looking behind you at how these two kept arguing about it. You rolled your eyes.

You were truly sad your kid didn't chose Condemned as you told them to do before.