On the other hand, you know something went very wrong when-
Me: Hey buddy, you going over to your friend's house this weekend to play D&D?
Son: Yeah dad! We're starting up a new campaign!
Me: That's great! So, you're looking forward to it? Going to be a good time?
Son: You bet! We have seven players ... and three of them are girls.
Me: That's so amazing. It's great to see that- a lot better than when I was growing up.
Son: Of course. I mean, [name redacted] is probably the best player we have. She knows everything about D&D!
Me: I'm so proud of you.
Son: Yeah, I can't wait to play this Paladin I rolled up. It's my favorite class.
Me: YOU ARE NO SON OF MINE! I should have seen this coming. I should have known that under this, all these past years, you've been building your hate for me piece by piece. I don't even know who you are because you have none of me in you. You're someone else's. This anger, this maliciousness, these backwards dealings with me to learn D&D.
You have none of me in you. You're just a paladin-lover from a basket.
Hmmm... I mean, I might have been a little over-the-top, but you have to nip this in the bud.