Cheap thrills

This afternoon did not bode well for the long winter ahead. Things (namely children) were a little too whiny, a little too demanding. So I did what any good parent would do: I armed my children, and turned them against each other.
Think matador and raging bull. But with a dishtowel and water bottle.
Olé!
A direct hit! Wait a minute... bulls with firearms?
Sorry, Elle, turnabout is fair play.
You... got me.
She's okay, folks! I'm seriously exhausted from laughing. Poor Andy doesn't know what he's walking in to after work. TGIF!