You were with your enemy, arguing with him.

"Well I'm sorry that cats are better than dogs!" He shouts, slamming his hands on the table.

"It's two hundred and ninghty five." He said confidently.

"No it's not, two times five isn't that..." you answer, rolling your eyes.

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

"Oh, right." He mumbles, focusing on the sheet of paper.

When his friends decided to chirp in.

"Mommy and daddy are fighting again," they say at the same time, frowning.

You look over at Austin, he was blushing hard.