I think a lot of boys are like that.

I wouldn't have a video game in the house for years, but my Dad of all people got him a handheld video game against my wishes, and then his biological father got him a console, and the next thing I know my beautiful, articulate sensitve boy is blowing things up in a darkened room, and scowling at me like a vampire snared in its layer by a mob of angry fire brandishing villagers when I try to get him to switch the bloody thing off.

How's that for a convoluted hard to follow sentence? I think I understood it... lol