Color War


A few weekends ago, Martin and Cayden waged war on the girls.

It was an unprovoked attack; no skirmishes led to the assault. The acquisition of new weapons was reason enough for a military offensive.


“Don’t you dare shoot me with that nerf gun!” I gave Martin my most menacing glare.

But my warning went unheeded. Martin fired the entire cartridge of ammo at me. I ducked in the mudroom as foam bullets whapped the mudroom door and window.

I hunkered down — defenseless — until Brynn produced her own form of weaponry.



We waited until the guys ran out of ammo and stopped to reload. Then we launched a counter attack.



Shortly thereafter, the insurgents agreed to suspend aggressive actions.