Dad: Alice, stop hitting your brother.
Alice: But he keeps shooting me!
Dad: Just ignore him.
Alice: [plaintively] I can’t!
Dad: Why don’t you pretend that instead of a real gun, Charles just has a badminton racket.
[Charles and Alice laugh, but soon enough are back at it. Alice gets the badminton racket but Dad takes it away before she can hit Charles with it. Charles, ever inventive, figures out how to continue his simulated assault.].
Alice: [piteously] Now he’s got hands!