“Hey dad,” Stevie said, “I’ve been thinking about my Christmas presents.”

His dad immediately paused his channel surfing, “What? Already? Son, it’s only July, it’s a bit early, isn’t it?”

“Well dad, a little boy’s Christmas present require careful consideration and what I want is one of those things I recommend you get on Prime Day. You’d get a good deal there.” Stevie placed his iPad so close to his dad’s face that his dad’s greasy nose was touching the screen.

His dad pushed the iPad from his face, exasperated, “Little boy? Boy, what are you talking about? You’re 18 going on 19, practically a grow-ass man.” He put on his glasses. On the screen was a picture of a pair of VR headset. “300-bucks? I ain’t buying that. Besides, what do you even use it for? Don’t you know this kind of thing will fry your brain? Once your brain’s fried, you’re dead. Don’t you know that, boy?”

“But dad…” Stevie whined.

“No ‘but dad’, you are 18 going on 19, you should be out there looking for your own dough, not giving me a Christmas shopping list. I’m sure your mother will agree if she was here. I will get you what I feel is right for Christmas but I am not getting you that.” He pointed to the screen. “When you make enough money to throw away a few hundred bucks, then you can get it yourself.”

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