Flashlight

Logan stood in front of me in the kitchen, waving my MAGLITE around his head.

“What are you doing with my flashlight, again?” I asked, with a note of irritation. 

“I’m using it,” he said, still swinging it wildly. 

“For what?” I demanded. 

Before he even had a chance to formulate a response, he proceeded to clock himself in the back of the head.


My wife said that I shouldn’t have laughed but I think I made my point. 

- 11 November 2017