(My dad and I are watching TV. My dad decides to put on an R-rated show. I am 16 years old and I use a childish voice around my dad if I want to entertain him. I am also a bit squeamish around blood.)

TV: “Viewer discretion is advised.”

Me: *in childish voice* “Daddy, does that mean I can’t watch?”

(On the TV, blood splatters onto the screen, screaming is heard.)

Me: *now in regular voice* “Oh my lord!”

Dad: “Yep.”

Me: “Okay, not watching.” *turns away to laptop*

(On TV, the character looks through a hole in the wall, and gets his eye stabbed.)

Dad: “Oh, wow!”

Me: *flinches* “Oh god, what is it?”

Dad: “Did you see that!?”

Me: “No, and I don’t plan to.”

Dad: “Look, I’ll rewind it!”

Me: “Oh, god, no.”

(I watch the eye stabbing scene.)

Me: “Oh, my. That’s a lot of blood.”

Dad: *gleefully* “I KNOW!”

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