"Disintegrated what?" I demanded, baffled.
Ted snorted, lifting his face to look for the reaction on mine. "The water hose!"
I stared stupidly, then broke into a grin.
I decided not to mention to him that a foot-thick metal girder is a hell of an easier target than a one-inch diameter of flexible tubing. What the hell. I had Snow; Clatclit had a whole skin; and—Well, growing boys need their ego.