“I got a great Daisy BB pistol for indoor shooting. Trouble is, now it’s gone.”
“That’s great. Watcha mean, gone?”
“Last night my folks went to a party, the sitter was watching TV. My little gun wouldn’t even break a bottle, only poke a hole in paper.”
“What happened?”
“I decided to see if it’d even break a glass ornament. Pop, it did. It was great.”
“So?”
“It was so terrific, that when my parents got home, only half the ornaments were left on the tree. Couldn’t stop. Now, no BB gun till summer.”