My(39f) 77 children(18f), (18f), (17f), (15m), (14f), (13fm-radio), (13f), (13f), (13f), (13f), (13f), (10f), (10f), (10f), (10f), (10m), (10f), (10f), (10f), (10f), (10f), (10mmmbop), (7m), (7f), (7m), (7f), (7m), (7m), (7f), (7m), (7m), (7m), (7m), (6m), (6m), (6m), (6m), (6f), (6m), (6m), (6f), (6m), (6m), (6f), (4m), (4f), (4f), (4f), (4f), (4f), (4f), (4m), (4f), (4m), (4f), (3f), (3f), (3f), (3f), (3m), (3f), (3m), (3f), (3m), (3f), (3f), (0f), (0f), (0f), (0f), (0f), (0f), (0f), (0f), (0f), (0f), (0f), weren’t in the common areas in our house, and hadn’t been for about a month, so I asked my husband(108m) about it. He said that he had been keeping them in cages in our attic and only letting them out for a gladiator battle with the other children in the neighborhood. Apparently they don’t end until 2/3rds of the children are dead, as they want to find eventually find the strongest one and send them as a holy warrior to smite enemies of our cul-de-sac. The only surviving children were my seven year old son Caviar, and my 2 month old daughter McDonnie. I shed a single tear and calmy asked how he could do this, and he locked me in the dungeon for 3 days, because he had been saving up money for acid shooters for the kids, and was pissed that they might not use them. I’m not sure if I was in the wrong for this, AITA?