ATTICA, ATTICA, ATTICA!
He was laughing so hard his body shook. Teeth were bared in a seemingly evil grin. He acted completely random yet completely and utterly with purpose. Everything and every one was a target. There was no real method to the madness unfolding before our eyes. We stood, in shock. In fear. Captives to his every evil whimsy.
We were powerless to his will. He made no demands. He made no effort to have his voice heard. His actions were his voice and his actions were deliberate and without method. How do you negotiate with someone that wants nothing save continuation of the joy he is currently experiencing regardless of the fear he has created in us? We were hostage.
Zander somehow managed to get control of the water hose!
He took aim at anything that moved–or didn’t.
He got Zoë. He got the dog, the cat, the windows. He was ruthless!
Zoë and Zane decided to launch a counter attack. “We’ve got to stop him!”
Zane announces, “I’m going in. Tell Mom I love her!”
Gotcha! Zane saves the day.
Surprisingly enough, Zander wasn’t even upset that the ordeal was over. He simply handed over the hose, laughed in that mischievous way of his and asked, “What’s for dinner?”
