My parents are in town. Last night we had dinner with my brother and some of my friends.
Tom told a story. When he was three and I was ten, we put on little plays for ourselves. Because there were only two of us, we each acted multiple roles. Tom was very cute as a toddler as tall as my knee.
One day, the theme was Star Trek. On the make-belief bridge of our starship:
Me: "We have a Romulan spy onboard. Go and scan decks 1 through 10 for the intruder."
Tom: [mimes shooting me with a phaser]
Me: "Did you just shoot me?"
Tom: [giggling] "Yeah."
Me: "No, the game is -- Why did you do that?"
Tom: [collapsing on the couch in giggles] "I'm the Romulan spy."
After I recovered from shock, I did a suitable death scene.