The pillow as weapon

There was some mad pillowfighting last week when two little munchkins named Henry and Hazy came to town with their cool-headed, foxy (and wildly ambidextrous) mama Brook. The sad fact is, I didn't take many pictures. Why? Because I was often running from a pillow myself. And the few times I did have my camera, a certain someone (HENRY!) always managed to do a good, quick duck-and-roll away from me. But I did take this action snap of the All-Powerful Hazel Louisa trouncing some dude named Wolf.



Wolf, were you perhaps trounced because you made the fatal mistake of taking off your glasses, therefore making APHL blurry in your eyes, and sealing your fate? If so, I'm sorry, my brudder, I'm sorry. Next time. NEXT TIME!