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Being an only child I feel that I probably missed out on some serious opportunities to hone my Psy-Ops and torture skills. (This is probably why as an adult I still find purple nurples, ninety-niners, and dead legs to be perfectly acceptable.) Anyhow,13 Laboratories offers up a tale which, compared to my strategies, reads like the Art of War:

Explaining to the older child that the hi-beam lights indicator was actually a warning light that came on when the car was lost, I urged him to let me know if it ever lit up. I drove a bit further, and turned into a forest preserve and hit the lights. He of course noticed it right away, and began to fret. I pulled over and began to sob fake tears. I apologized to the kids, and explained that we would most likely never find our way home.