Aug 20 2014
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.