A few weeks back, my daughter (the eldest one) went to her school’s Athletics Day at a public domain.  For this event everyone dressed up in costume, so there were vampires, devils, smurfs, oompa loompas, cowgirls… You get the point.  Unfortunately a passerby took the toy-gun toting cowgirls a bit too seriously and called the cops.  Because you know, students in fancy dress are always up to no good.  So the armed defenders arrived, as did a circling police helicoptor.

Oh my freakin’ gods. 

Is this world completely insane? Wait, maybe it was the wide-brimmed hats that caused the panic.  I can see how that would happen…

But why would a few McClouds Daughters cause a panic? I’d be more inclined to sic Gargamel on those Smurfs, or phone up God to deal with those devils…

Well, my daughter (the youngest one) smells like she’s dropped a bomb in her nappy. Why can’t she let the nukes go when her dad’s home to deal with it?