I dunno why, but I envision the following scene in the Smedley home:
Mrs. Smed: "John, come play some scrabble with me"
Smed: "sorry dear, i'm in a raid"
Mrs. Smed: "but John, its Thursday night and you promised me, NO raiding on Thursday night"
Smed: "I know dear, but that was before a guild member called to inform me that uber_rare_named_spawn_001 was up, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity"
Mrs. Smed: "well, you said NO raiding, NO exceptions"
Smed: "but honey, this is a special circumstance"
Mrs. Smed: "you gave me your word John, and i'm expecting you to honor it, i'll be in the den setting up the board"
Mrs. Smed leaves the room, only Smed and Smed Jr. remain:
Smed: "sorry son, but your mothers right, I gave her my word"
Smed Jr.: "but dad! we might never get this chance again!"
Smed whispers something into Smed Jr's ear, and Smed Jr. bolts from the room nearly in tears:
Smed Jr. arrives seconds later in the den, eyes welled up with tears:
Smed Jr.: "Please mom?"
Mrs. Smed, unable to bear the thought of her child in such a state, succumbs to his pleas:
Smed Jr. arrives back in the game room moments later, smiling:
Smed snickers: "see son, works every time...... Scrabble.... pfft...