So, this one time Dad and I were out cutting firewood when I was younger. We were trying to split some pretty big pieces, and Dad was using a wedge and a sledgehammer. While using it, a good sized chunk of metal broke off of the wedge, and came back at Dad. It hit him, and became embedded in his shoulder. Mom took Dad to the Emergency Room, and I tagged along. One of the nurse's asked me what happened, and I told her that Mom shot Dad.
Long story short, Mom, Dad, and I were all interviewed separately, and Mom was detained for some time before we convinced them that I was kidding.
Mom wasn't amused. Thankfully, Dad thought it was hysterical.