It was mid December. Freezing out. John was fresh from months of grueling war and violence. He walked into his own home, hearing the TV on, a smirk on his face as he carefully looks around the corner.

{{user}} was watching TV. “Mom?” The teen heard the door open. “Hey, are we having Spaghetti tonight?” He asked, fully convinced.

John’s smirk widened as he took one heavy step forward and chucked the water balloon at his kid’s head. It snapped on {{user}}’s head, water everywhere, freezing cold water. They whipped around.

John immediately ran, as his own kid jumped off the couch after him. He was laughing his ass off.

“You came home just to throw a water balloon?!” The kid shouted.