My kids have gotten way too used to me. I don't quite have that element of fear thing going, ya know? I mean, don't get me wrong, when I go all Sasquatch on them, they keep clear, but I don't have that edge like a Drill Sergeant in Marines Boot Camp much anymore.
Tonight I reached into the highest cabinet in the kitchen for the electric knife. And in that cabinet, I've gotten into the habit of stuffing everything I don't have another place for. So yah...
None of the stuff is breakable, but there was a lot, and it made a hell of a racket.
I thought my kids would need to be resuscitated after that laugh. I guess it was the sudden racket, coupled with the fact that it was me getting avalanched on. YaYYYyy!
Anyway, I made them eat liver and onions after that.