My kids and their friends decided to have a water balloon fight with all of the unused balloons that had been lying around my house from all of the birthday parties. They filled up about thirty of them and hauled them outside. They had a great time whipping them at each other, getting wet. Even our German Shepherd, Schultz, got in on the action.
After about twenty minutes of playing, there was only one balloon left. And my son, Bubba, had it. "I know who this is for," he announced. He eyeballed his sister.
He took it in both hands and was about to launch it in her direction, when it suddenly splattered all over him. He was soaked, because of course, it was the biggest balloon.
"Yeah, Bubba," I said. "We all knew who that was for. You!"