This morning, I took the (nerf) gun, snuck up on the enemy encampment (the wife reading her magazine) from above (the upstairs walkway) and the ambush ensued. It was crazy, to the point that the enemy was winging bullets back at me as fast as I could shoot them. The children became embroiled in the nastiest with the oldest choosing a weapon and joining me, while the middle was hurling back with mother. The youngest? Well, that smart child was winging it for whoever seemed to be winning, which was good for me since I had the high ground. So, with the youngest grabbing our bullets and returning them, the oldest and I pummelled the enemy.
At some point however, all of the children turned and I was pinned in a corner. It was crazy and I was just glad to get out alive. So, amidst laughter and flying missles, I was just happy to escape alive. War, at least in this family, is(n't) hell...
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