So today, when the Master20 led off a conversation about Dungeons & Dragons type gaming with Master7 and Miss9, I went off for a quick break to my own make believe happy place inside my head.
Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of using your imagination for a game, instead of pressing buttons and playing out someone else's creation on the big screen, I just prefer my fantasy world to be free of scrapping kids and fighting in general.
When I reentered the conversation, Miss9 and Master7 were still enthralled by Master20's description of Dark Elves and Wizards and Rogues. Only now their brother was leading them in a game.
"I'm a Swordmaster," Master7 explained to me. "I climbed up a tree to have a look around and The Sorceress lit a fire and the tree started to burn."
"Nice game," I said to Master20. "It's not enough they argue, now you're teaching them about weapons and encouraging pyromania?" But I was only teasing him.
"It's great, Dad," Master7 nodded at me. This game needs a fertile imagination so it was right up his alley. "I had to get down because of the fire so I jumped and my pants caught on fire so I ran around with my bum on fire trying to pat it out. I had to sit in a river." He was grinning.
Reminded me an awful lot of the old Daffy Duck and Roadrunner cartoons I used to watch as a kid, and I've never lit any illegal bush fires so I guess they're not being corrupted too much.
"So who's The Sorceress?' I asked, full knowing the answer but keen to have her tell me herself.
"That's me!" said Miss9, beaming as Miss5 joined the table. Clearly they were both loving the game and having a ball with their big brother.
Still, it seems I'm not the only one in the house who can't quite follow a conversation. I left Master20 to work that one into the game. Afterall, he started it.