Mom was a total buzzkill.

You’d be tearing down the cul-de-sac on your bike, ignoring the blind curve at the end of the street. Or climbing the tree and scooting out onto that really-skinny-but-I’m-sure-it’ll-hold branch. And then The Murderer of Fun appeared in the doorway. Ugh.

“Hey guys! It’s all fun and games until …”

Yeah, yeah, we know. Someone loses an eye. Pffft.

Why does something negative always follow that ellipsis? What if it could be something funny, even if it doesn’t s...