I was going for the movie title but since it was Theresa who was my fellow assassin rather than Frank, I had to change things up a bit.
Yesterday we were over my brother’s house for my nephew’s third birthday. With the exception of my 1 nephew in FL, all the cousins from both sides of the family were there. That meant there were 6 young kids ranging in age from 3 – 9.
When the kids were all occupied with the water slide, I took the car keys from Frank and started walking towards the car. Theresa immediately knew I was going for our weapons so she came with me. We went into the house to fill up our giant water guns. Then we had the dilemma of how to get into the back without being seen. It just wouldn’t be as much fun unless it was a sneak attack.
“Okay, we can’t go walking in from the right because they’ll see us right away. Let’s go out the front, around the house and in through the left side. They’ll never see us coming.”
The 2 of us were like professional assassins. We held our weapons facing up, pressing against the side of the house. We peered around the corner of the building. When no one was looking, we made a run for the big bouncy thingie and dropped to the ground, hiding behind it. Then we opened fire.
There were screams. There was water everywhere. Then my 3 year old nephew looked at me and sweetly said, “Can I try it?” Naturally I was forced to hand over my weapon and it was all over for me. And for every other adult sitting outside.
More stories will follow but it will have to wait until after Mass. There will be pictures. One in particular will explain a lot about just how I got the genes for being crazy.