My 6-year-old son got a small air hockey game for Hanukkah. Before bedtime tonight, he was playing with his 8-year-old sister. It started off uneventfully, but then things got more heated.
At one point, the puck went into a corner and my son moved it with his hand.
Daughter: “You can’t do that.”
Son: “I had to.”
Daughter: “It’s not allowed!”
Son: “I had to! It was impossible.”
Daughter: “Nothing’s impossible.”
Son: “Some things are impossible.”
Daughter: “Like what?”
Son: “Like … seeing God.”
Daughter: “Seeing God’s possible.”
To be clear, anything’s possible when there’s a game on the line.