Archery in the Kitchen

Seriously?!?

I came home from work tonight to find hubby and youngest son poised in a cluttered, cold kitchen, with the door to the back garden cast open wide, and their new bows drawn high.

Exactly. They were shooting arrows into the dark, rainy night - taking aim at a flower pot in the middle of the yard.

Warped. But at least they had dinner cooking in the oven.

Very bizarre men in my family.