It’s raining helicopters.
My husband asked for a pair of mini R/C helicopters for Christmas, and he and the younger son are flying them now.
They are small, erratic aircraft with sharp little rotors and highly limited actual remote control. If they clip anything – the ceiling, the wall, another chopper, they immediately fall from the sky onto who or whatever is underneath them. (I’d assume this is fairly similar to real helicopters. )
While the guys are having great fun, I think it’s time for the dogs and I to beat a strategic withdrawal to somewhere safe, like my home office. With the doors closed.