I made the big mistake of getting my son a new nerf gun.
It's not my son who was the problem. It was my husband.
I was pulling out of the driveway in my car, when I heard some thuds on my window. I stopped the car.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?' I said.
My husband had the weapon in his hand and was firing a steady stream of nerf bullets at me. He grinned. "Target practice."
Then my son got involved. "Can I try?"
"No way, man," I said. Then I turned to my husband. "How would you like if I used your motorcycle for target practice?"
"That's what I thought."