Assault rifles

When my younger brother was three or four, he over heard my father talking about assault rifles. He came running up to me "Noel, Noel, guess what!?" He said, eyes wide with excitement. "I know what assault rifles are!" I looked at him and said, "Really, what are they?" He looked up at me as if I were stupid, put his hands on his hips and said, "Duh, they shoot salt!"

Oh my, you peppered me with that one.

J.R.