Our Sitcom Moment

There was a military funeral next door this afternoon and, as is usual, they offered a 21-gun salute before playing "Taps." We knew it was coming because we'd seen the men in formation, but it still made us jump when it happened.

As the echoes of the last fusillade died out, our neighbor came crashing out onto her porch, shouting "BOYS!"

"Remind me to be extra vigilant when the neighbor's kids are outdoors," I asked Mrs. Cat.

"Take your crowbar," she suggested.

Seriously, if you hear a cascade of gunfire in the neighborhood and your first thought is that it's your kids, you may be doing something wrong.