Collateral damage

theBoy was being cheeky and avoiding his just-before-bed wee. theWife was remonstrating.

I walked between them as she took it up to 11 on the annoyance indicating she was gifting the boy.

As I crossed in front of her I fully copped a spittle-laced mum blast right to the head.

Then I came and blogged this.

Blogging rulez. You kids ... and your Facebook. 

Earlier, we were doing a storyverse session. theBoy was in a house surrounded by a mix of pirates and animated skeletons. Various bony arms were prying their way in through nailed up boards across windows in an effort to get in. In the end theBoy, Humpty and Stumpty escaped up the chimney and got sky-hooked to rescue by an incoming plane. theBoy got the plane to circle over the now empty pirate ship—since they were still back at the house—and to drop him on the ship so he could put a hole in it. Then he fucked off with a jet pack. 

As the story kicked off, the pirates swarming as a great mob across the open grass towards the house, I cranked up the War of the Worlds theme. 

It was fully awesome. 'And then a pirate skeleton explodes in a cloud of bone splinters! Leaving just a claw...' ♪♫ DUNT DUNT DAH! ♪♫ '...a claw which is crawling across the wooden floor...' ♪♫ DUNT DUNT DAH ♪♫

Only now of course I wish I'd sung ♪♫ 'The chances of pirates crossing the lawn, are a million to one they said. The chances of pirates crossing the lawn, are a million to one ... but still they come!' ♪♫.