My dad set up a lan with Warcraft I.

I was humans and he was orcs.  He came and attacked my base and I started crying.  He paused the game but only on his side (weird feature) and he allowed me to come into his base and destroy all his stuff.  

Parents love their kids too much, he should have wasted me and told me I'm a crybaby.

I love him. 

 Nah, letting them win is also a chance to teach.  Do both. 

 It was me though.  My dad is a granfather now. 

 Sounded like a good dad