And so the tale grows...

By the time he's an old man, he'll have survived rapid fire coming from the hills.

Andrew said, "Mommy, can I tell our neighbor about my chin owie."

"Yes, Andrew."

"So this thing came and hit me right here (pointing violently). Seeee!"

"Oh, yes, it looks very sore."

"Yeah it is. It was a cannon that fired that rock at me because there was nobody around."

Her answer, "Yes, Andrew. Stick with the cannon story, that makes it much more interesting."

Laughter insued.