The Wife had me stop by Rite Aid on the way home, allegedly so she could pick up a spinning Thomas the Tank Engine toothbrush to aid with the nightly battle against tooth decay. Since we can use as many allies against Fuss's idiosyncrasies as we can get, I agreed.
Imagine my surprise when she emerged with a Mega Squirter Assortment Pack the size of a movie poster, bejeweled with a rainbow multitude of plastic squirt guns.
This completely destabilized the fragile peace of the backyard, resulting in civil war between upstairs and downstairs which swiftly degenerated into a callous free-for-all, soaking all concerned to the skin.
Fuss had a grand time charging around with a squirt gun the size of his arm yelling ATTACK! ATTACK!, rushing up to his victims then firing off incongruously delicate little *spritz, spritz, spritz* volleys while grinning madly.
I guess this means summer has arrived, whatever the calendar says.
2 comments:
Thank you China.
I'm rolling the dice that the Crappy Plastic Squirt Gun Factory has a lower worker mortality rate than the Apple factory...
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