Acting Screwy

(My sister and her family have just left my parents’ house. I am taking the stair-gate down. My dad—who is a bit mad—wanders over with his Dr Who toy sonic screwdriver. He waves the toy at me.)

Me: “Go away. You’re not helping.”

(Dad waves the sonic screwdriver at the banisters.)

Me: “It doesn’t work on wood, remember?”

(Dad sighs and wanders off. I accidentally drop the stair-gate with a loud clatter.)

Dad: *from the other room* “Works on metal though, doesn’t it?” *laughs
evilly*