John snuck downstairs and caught his mom baking dinner. She toiled about and hardly noticed him. It wasn't until he got into the kitchen and aimed it directly at his face that she jumped out.
"Woah! John, don't scare me like that. Lasagna's almost done, so can you please put that toy away and do the dishes?"
John smiled. "Not bad. But try it with a little more emotion this time!" His finger clicked. His mother was no more.
