Yep, it's Scumbag Steve, about two years of steady PBR binging later.
Honestly, the guy screwed up a sterling occasion to prove he could act like a mature adult.
Should a responsible parent:
A) try and figure out why the Hell his child is crying, and attempt to resolve the situation appropriately
B) shake the kid because it's the Prestige, man. THE FUCKING PRESTIGE! OH GODDAMNIT, YOU NOSCOPER FAGS! YEAH, HEADSHOT! MLG SHIT, MAN! WHOO! SHUT UP, COLTON, I JUST GOT A CARE PACKAGE!
Anyone who answers B or even an extremely adulterated version of B fails as a human being. You can't have a kid and keep living the same exact life of general carelessness you led before. Kids require sacrifice and an incredible amount of personal concessions. Until the mites learn to walk and talk, you won't so much as eat, sleep or go to work if it doesn't benefit them.
Gaming? Honestly? Most of the friends I have who *used* to be avid gamers had to give up the hobby almost entirely for years on end, just to their mites would have a sufficiently good start in life.
Then there's the fact that honestly, today's early twenty-somethings are basically living a second set of teens. I can count the mature and responsible ones I know on the fingers of one hand.