"I wish I had some bombs," are the most recent words that my Dad has uttered. Causing me to laugh.
The situation only becomes worse when Michael joins in. (see how I only call him Michael when he's in trouble.) They then create little challenges, such as who can land the helicopter on the make shift helipad, which we shall call a McDonald's drink carton. Haha. Male bonding.
Luckily at the moment this the down time between charges, but any minute now I will have to return back to the protection of the throw. I'll leave you with that thought. Haha..