It’s all fun and games until you realize that the puppy is chewing on an iPhone.

It’s all fun and games until you realize that the puppy is not, in fact, getting a drink. She is, in fact, dancing with all four paws in the water dish.

It’s all fun and games until you’re folding laundry and start to wonder how you can discreetly get to the ladies clothing store and back before your wife finds out that the puppy has developed a taste for her unmentionables.

It’s all fun and games when your son is taking both college and high school classes, then his mother finds out that fall, Christmas, winter, and spring breaks don’t line up across both schools.

It’s all fun and games for your darling wife to plan a date night, but she is so cryptic about what you’re going to be doing and where you’re going to be going that you start trying to figure out how many guns and blades you can carry and still look nice in a restaurant.