Duel

Yesterday afternoon a colleague of mine came to my office door with a plastic vacuum attachment in her hand, the length of her forearm.  “Look what I just found in my purse.”

“Is that from your vacuum?” I asked.

“It’s a sword.”  She also has two boys at her house— a four-and-a-half year-old and a one-and-a-half year-old.

“Oh, wait… wait.”  I rummage around in my purse, “Look what I have!”  I produce a teeny-tiny Barbie-sized pistol.  I think it came with our pirate ship and someone smuggled it into my carryall.

I challenge her to a duel.

But then she also produces a green plastic screwdriver…

And I surrender.  Clearly I’m screwed.