"Did you forget what you were doing, Mom?" my husband asks me at the sight of a nearly unloaded dishwasher.
Yes, in fact, I did.
As I was minding my own business, I was forcibly called to action by a thwack to my rear.
My yelp of surprise was followed by mischievous giggling.
It was on.
I took off after my feisty assailant.
I was handed a weapon by his very own father.
Many rounds were exchanged.
The sister tried to save the family from destroying themselves by creating a scarecrow super villain.
M: Ah!! Where are all the bullets?!
BBD: I got some!
Word to the wise, if BBD tells you to "reach for the skies", don't do it. Take cover and arm yourself at the first opportunity.
Furthermore, I totally recommend that you