In reality, I laugh at this picture, but I don’t laugh in the face of danger.
I flee fast and far.
Unless, of course, someone’s messing with one of my children, then they’d better flee fast and far.
(But then again, my son is a black belt, so I think he can handle himself. And for that matter, my youngest daughter is pretty tough with a plastic rifle and pirate hook, as you can plainly see.)
The attacks of the Enemy, however, are nothing to laugh at. [Read more…]