It was Not Funny!

AS we break down in laughter...

Mom and Dad had had a bad day. Master Crabby Pants and Miss Crabby Panties sucked all of the Parent's emotional energy. They were picky eaters, and screamed about what they were offered. They had had their flu shots, and screamed about the pain from the needle. They were up too long, and fussed about being tired. 

To add to the stress, there were fruit fly buzzing seemingly everywhere.Dad was swatting them away while he tried to relax and watch TV.

Out of the corner of his eye, in the uncorrected periphery where his spectacle lens does not cover, he spotted one. Dad slapped his thigh thinking he had finally killed one.

From behind him Mom erupted into laughter. Realizing that she had retrieved the old laser cat toy, and had put its spot on his thigh, he grew more frustrated.

Dad replied with an "Arghh!" and an indecent display of his extended middle finger.

This causes Mom further laughter, of which Dad cannot help but to join in. A good prank is good, objective of its recipient.

Call it payback. Early on in their marriage Dad got Mom good. He aggravated her unwarranted fear of bedbugs (back then) invading her ear while she slept. He told her fibs about their prevalence and what they do to sleeping hosts (feeding on earwax and infecting human brains). When they retired to bed that evening, Mom could barely relax with the icky thoughts crawling around her mind. Earlier, he had placed the feathered cat toy under his side of the bed. It hangs from a string at the tip of a long wand. Once she finally lulled off, he tickled her ear with it. She slapped her ear pretty good while he laughed.

So turnabout is fair play.