zfreelance | Homegrown Shenanigans

My Brother: HUGGLE ATTACK!
Me: AUGH. ::is huggled::
Brother: ::GLEE::
Me: ::noms his head:: Hey, Mom? Can I eat him?
Mom: ::frowns:: Here... ::shakes a salt shaker over his head:: There. Now you can eat him.

LATER

Brother: ::in the midst of guerrilla warfare with unseen enemies:: Pew! Pew! Pew! BWOOSH!
Me: Are you the Rebels, or the Empire?
Brother: ::stops:: Hunh. ::thinks about it:: Probably the Empire. They had better weapons.
Me: Less lightsabers.
Brother: Deathstar.
Me: Touche.

That boy has too much energy.