Heavy Artillery

After riding him like a pony and shooting him with a zebra - yes, you heard me - Logan chased the cat from the room.  I steered him into the bathroom to brush his teeth where he stopped short and turned around.

"Dad, stop that," he giggled.

I beg your pardon?  It was not I who was just practicing my marksmanship while brushing up on the equestrian arts.

"You stop," I retorted.  "You're the one with the zebra cannon."

I can't believe I just used those words in that order.

- 17 October 2012