Victory

The other week I scared Seth.

He was sitting at his kitchen table with his back to me, headphones in, front door wide open.

Prime scaring conditions.

How could I not take advantage of the situation? So I sneaked in, and with one superb movement, grabbed him and yelled Seth!
He then jumped, oh, I would guess about 3 feet in the air.
And as if that were not entertaining enough, he also dropped his apple slice onto the floor.

Sweet, sweet victory.