Nerf Attack

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?"

No response.

"That's what I thought."