It didn't matter that they didn't really know what a battle axe was, or what it was used for. It's just one of those things that I guess is hard-wired into their little-boy-bodies. No sooner were the crazy things in their hands, than did they start swinging at things. Even Joey.
In fact, Joey got the hang of it so well that within a matter of minutes, his looked like this:Later this evening, we heard a commotion. Then it was quiet. And then there was a sweet little voice, "Conner! Conner, come out!"
Bret went to check things out, and then laughing too hard to talk, motioned for me to come see what was awaiting Conner's exit from the bathroom:
I think there was a scene in some kind of horror movie that looked something like that. Funny stuff! :)