It was roughly 8 PM when I decided to go upstairs and switch over to my pajamas when I looked in on my eleven year old son while I was passing by his room. He was by himself with a mess of Pokémon cards around him…and I mean a real mess. It looked like someone had converted eighty rainbows into one large alcoholic beverage, chugged it in five seconds flat, and ejected it along with whatever food they had consumed over the past three months onto the floor.

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