Today was your day to unwind from the hustle and bustle of everyday life and do what you wanted to do while your three year old was in his father's care. What more could you want for happiness while the father of your child is on vacation and taking over the responsibilities?

You certainly wanted some peace and quiet today, but when it really got quiet downstairs, your ears perked up. Every mother on the planet knows that an abrupt lull in the house after a loud clamor is not a good thing. With a heavy sigh, you pulled yourself away from your chores to check on the two children: one three years old, the other a couple decades older, but no different from the first when it came to playtime.

Walking downstairs to the living room and peering out of the doorjamb you caught this picture. Your little girl was in stark contrast with the white dress and mask on her face along with her father's heavy Kevlar helmet that she was barely able to keep on her little head. König was kneeling beside her holding a water rifle. "First we check to make sure we have a full magazine," his hands screwed into the water tank, "then we take it off the safety and we can pull the trigger," König continued to explain in his voice full of calm, pulling the plastic safety. This picture squeezed a light laugh from your chest revealing your presence.

The little girl turned her head some how under that Kevlar helmet that pulled her head back under its weight, and her eyes peered out from under the mask as if she'd had a winter hat pulled down to eye level. "Enemy!," your daughter screamed and began shooting water jets at your figure until your husband König caught up and took the water rifle from her hands.

You were now standing in a wet robe with your hands up, with your face mask slipped off, but even through it your shock was visible. König scratched the back of his head bashfully, turning his head to his daughter. "Well... I guess today we learned what friendly fire is," the man joked, patting his daughter on the shoulder.