Dad and I were playing with this toy helicopter. He would hold it in the air so we could get it to launch and I was (wo)manning the hefty controls.
As he held it aloft, pointed toward the window, I pushed up the accelerator stick. He spun it in midair so that it would fly over and hit me. Immediately I countered with the direction stick so that it flipped over, hit him, and bounced almost directly into his pocket.
We sat there, both stunned by my (for once) reflexes and I said, in a very serious tone, "You double-crossed me." Then we laughed until my stomach hurt.
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