The CFO is not at all pleased by the Jr. VP’s recent infatuation with a certain squirtgun we have here at the HQ. It was one thing when Jr would point a block or a stack of Legos at you and make weird noises (sounds sort of like cheoow! cheeow!); the CFO could imagine that the lad was pretending he had a phone or a remote or something else relatively harmless. Tougher to make that rationalization when the lad is threatening you with a squirtgun that looks like an Uzi (albeit an orange and yellow plastic one) and making that same noise. The CEO isn’t really a fan of “rules” (I prefer to stick it to The Man instead of the other way way around) but I think a “no shooting Mommy” rule at the HQ might soon be instituted. Also an “if you shoot Daddy expect him take a hose to you and then give you a swirly” rule will be imposed I think.