little bitty girl

I spent a very rainy afternoon at the museum with my mother today. My mother is good for dates like this because she loves history and culture. Anyway, we got to the medieval section of the museum and we were admiring all the armour that men throughout the ages used to wear to war. Then we got to the weapons section where there were all sorts of dangerous looking gadgets, when we encountered a weapon called a poleaxe. This particular one was on a very long wooden stick about four feet high. It had one part that looked like a mashing hammer, the opposite end had an axe and on the top was a very long, sharp metal point.

"I wonder what the heck they did with that," I mused out loud.

"Oh, first they take it and hit someone over the head, then when the person is bent over, you take the point and stab them. And when they are really down, you take the axe part and chop off their head, " my mother serenely replied and walked away.

Well.

You think you grow up and you know all there is to know about your parents. This just proves me wrong.

As I eyed my barely five foot tall mother walk away, I wondered what other devious killing thoughts she had in that sweet, little body of hers.