Flash Fiction: The Shrink Ray Game

“Don’t point that thing at me.”
Tony’s hands flew to his crotch.
“Nah, that thing is already too small.”
“Let me have a look.”
“You already take forever in the shower.”
“No, the gun…”
He snatched the gun from his sister and grinned as he pulled a lever. He handed the gun back.
“Now shoot.”
Happy for a free shot, she obliged.
“From shrink ray to gigantic ray.”
“Ew, gross.”
Ana ran to their mother, hanging out the washing.
“Ma, Tony wants his doodle to grow again.”
“Don’t they all, father like son…
“Huh?”
“Hand me a peg, Love.”
Children play the darnedest games.