I think we're working on different scales here. Little baby Dougster had to choose whether he got Christmas or birthday presents, 'cos no-one in his extended family could afford both, or wanted to give them to him.

But also? You were twelve. Your life flashing before your eyes is just Rich Kid's Sesame Street, and the grind is scamming your neighbours on twenty dollar lemonade stands. Yeah, it sucks that your dad screwed you over because he thought he was teaching you a lesson, and all it did was make you angry. But that's not your fault. And it's not Ludo's either.