While I was recovering from The Bubonic Plague and watching the Red Sox game today, Ang took the Hooligans outside to play; somehow they convinced her to let them have a water gun fight, which resulted in Trot being what they picked for target practice.
It also gave us the following conversation:
Ciera: (While brandishing the Super Soaker water gun) "Feel my WRATH!"
Rakes: (Shooting a water pistol at random) "Feel my.... PENIS!"
Me: (Blank Stare) "He didn't hear it from me."
Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed.
Eventually it was discovered this came from the movie "How to eat Fried Worms" and something about a dingle bopper; I honestly couldn't make any sense out of it.
I DO know it sent Ang into a giggle fit, which she needed after a weekend of me in bed with the flu and the three of them apparently picking NOW to audition for the circus.
On the Red Sox front, the boys completed their 3 game sweep of the Devil Rays, winning 7-3. A play at home, where The Munchkin seemingly got a tad miffed at the way Scott Kazmir was blocking the plate, gave us the picture of Tito and The Elf.
Look at how proud Francona is of his balding second baseman.
Not since Ward and The Beav has there been a better Father/Son combination in all of television.