“Dad. I’m gonna shoot your hand with this Terf gun!” said Cheese as he aimed his gun.

“Go right ahead.” Dad said as he help his hand up.

Cheese grabbed his gun with both hands, closed one eye, aimed at Dad’s hand, and pulled the trigger … *POP*

Cheese gasped, “Did it hurt your hand, Dad?”

Dad smiled, “It stung a little, but it’s not bleeding. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m outta here!” Cheese said.

He didn’t go far. Just next door to Mack’s room.

This bothered Mack, “You didn’t knock! What do you want?”

“I think I just injured Dad. I shot him in his hand with my Terf gun. He wasn’t bleeding but he looked like he was about to cry!” replied Cheese.

“So what do you want me to do about it?” asked Mack.

Cheese sighed, “I need you to go in my room and check on Dad. Knock first though!”

Dad was listening to their whole conversation. So by the time Mack went into Cheese’s room, Dad was laid out on the floor pretending to be sleep.

Mack kicked his side. “Wake up, Dad! It’s me, Mack! Cheese is next door. You can stop playing.” and kicked him again.

Dad didn’t move.