New mom Kristy Scott caught herself wondering. Would her baby grow to live a happy life? Thrive in a world that can be so cruel? Would he be pretty? Would he be rich?
Kristy wondered all the new mom things, but mostly, she wondered if her video game enraptured husband, Desmond, had retained enough brain cells, after repeated head trauma from a thousand in-game boss fights, to distinguish his son from a lifeless hunk of plastic.
Spoiler Alert! He couldn’t.
Kristy, secure in the knowledge that Desmond was engrossed to the point of catatonia by his video game overlords, devised a masterful plan. She purchased a life-like (and that’s being generous) baby doll, set up a camera, left a delicious snack trail to the gaming system and stood back to let nature take its course. In no time, the gaming console worked its magic and transported Desmond to wherever it is men go when they are occupied and amused. Kristy sprang into action.
Feigning a bluster that would distract Mary Poppins she swooped into the room and sprang her diabolical trap by asking Desmond to look after the baby IN THE MIDDLE OF A GAME. She placed the doll, dressed cleverly in her son’s actual clothing, in his lap and left the room. The timer was started. How would Desmond fare?
Desmond did not fare well. He never even looked down. He played his heart out for five…10…15…20 minutes before Kristy became concerned that he had actually lost his very soul to the game. Able to stand the expectant tension no longer, Kristy returned to the room and directed Desmond to actually look at his child.
And when he finally did? Oh, Desmond reacts. He reacts all over the place.
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