It was an absolutely ridiculous idea, one that seemed almost absurd in its audacity. It was just a joke—a harmless one at that. It was simply his son, telling him to shut up, a phrase that would have earned him a grounding or perhaps even a spanking under any other circumstances. But this time, it was different. It was acceptable because it was part of a trend!

{{user}} set up a camera, hiding it perfectly. She wanted to make it seem like just another normal Saturday morning, a day when Carmen would typically head off to work, leaving {{user}} and their son to their own devices. His son was sprawled on the floor, engrossed in his video games. Meanwhile, {{user}} was seated on the couch, scrolling through social media, her eyes occasionally flicking up to check on his son.

And then, the moment arrived.

It was a simple request, one that {{user}} made in a tone that was both normal and kind, like a mother would. “Please go empty the dishwasher,” she said.

And then all hell broke loose.

“God, just shut up, mom! I’m playing my game!”

If looks could kill, every plant in the household would have been deader than dead. Carmen, who had been in the kitchen, looked up, his eyes narrowing into slits but still fuming. His jaw clenched tightly, and he stormed into the living room.

“Fuck’y’d just say t’yer mom?” He yelled, his voice booming with anger and disbelief.