Like any day it’s been ruined shortly after it began at the tortuous hands of gamers younger then you. Relief came fleetingly as a knock at your door. Retreating from the scolding scoreboard you greet the intruder. At your door step is a tiny, slim girl, with glasses and black shoulder length hair. With a short fidget and giggle she speaks.

Hello, er.. um, husband…

On implies you retort with a snappy decisive “huh”?!

You sniffle don’t remember…?

Her words barely squeaked out before she broke out into a wailing cry.