I wanted to cut the conversation short because I could smell trouble. “Yup, Dad, we’re here just hanging out playing some . . . Donkey Kong.” I was the worst liar ever. Any time I tried to lie, I would panic. I should’ve let Bones keep on rambling.

“Okay, Ceej, I need you to put the Donkey on hold for a few minutes and take down that Youtube video.”

I’m not sure what was worse—the long silence after what my dad said or Bones’ reaction. “Whoa, Mr. King, that’s awesome! You saw the Youtube video all the way in China?!”

I immediately put the phone on mute. “Way to go, bonehead! So much for trying to weasel our way out of this.”

Bones was laughing. He found all this amusing. “Oh, I see, Lump. You tell your dad we’re playing Donkey Kong and I’m the idiot??”

“At least I didn’t just blabber everything right out, flipper feet!”

“Um, boys?” my dad interjected. “Can you take me off mute please?”

“Yeah, Dad, we’re here. I’m not sure what—” My dad saved me from digging any deeper.

“You know my company makes a living a protecting things, CJ. And when you post something that I’m supposed to protect, who usually knows first?”

“Okay, Dad. We’ll take it down right now.”

“See you tomorrow, boys, or for me, it’s see you tonight.” Nothing got by my dad, not even when he was in China. And nobody was more impressed by that than Bones.

“That is so cool! Your Dad was sitting in China and somehow he knew we posted a Youtube video. Awesome!”

“Yeah, totally awesome, Lump.”

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