In case you don't know, the Dowager Hatrack and the Hatrack Emeritus have an apartment in our basement. My father is a retired carpenter and believes there is nothing he can't fix. Tonight at dinner we heard some pounding from below.
Mrs. Hatrack: What is Grampa hammering now?
WinnieTheWoot: Bobo.
Me: Grampa hasn't hammered Bobo for years.
WtW: Aaaaaahhhh!
And Mrs. Hatrack shoots me in the head with the spray bottle.