Looks like the scene from a movie where things are about to get ugly, doesn't it? But it was just my kids - my younger son had lobbied to be allowed to buy an airsoft rifle and he and his brother had set up a course of cans as targets in the back yard.
I took the opportunity of the older son being home to celebrate my birthday a week early. We went out for dinner to celebrate - I got shrimp with candied walnuts and honeydew melon. And a Kirin.
And cake, of course. When my older son saw the cake on the counter he said, "Wait a minute - is it your birthday? Are you 48?" Honestly. I told him I was turning 50, not 48 and he said, "No way. You are not! Are you sure?" Oh, I'm sure.