They know exactly what he is doing when he uses their video camera and dressing up in fantastical soldier gear he has meticulously crafted, no doubt with their ever loving support and guidance. I can see it now, dad using gobs of scotch tape making a pseudo plasma grenade, his son just finishing the snub nose barrel of the assault rifle. His son stops working and says, "Dad..." Dad looks up. "I love you."
"I love you too, son," he says.
Then mom brings in a plate of brownies and sits with them, her arm around her loving husband lawyer.
You know what. America is going to be just fine.
