You know it happens to you. You buy your kids new, awesome, Nerf guns and about 5,000 replacement bullets/darts. Three weeks later you tell the kids to grab their Nerf guns and bullets and they come running with their guns and 11 bullets. WTH?! Where did all the darts go?!
We had an ice storm in Dallas this week, so we were trapped in the house for days. My husband decides to venture out to Walmart to buy new Nerf bullets so they could play. He comes back with about a hundred darts and tells our four-year-old, five-year-old, and nine-year-old that they each get six bullets to fill their guns but when they shoot them all, they have to find their darts before they can play again. "It's not free reign on the darts anymore. I'm tired of replacing these things, and the dog keeps finding them and chewing them to pieces."
I'm sitting on the couch, Christmas lights on the tree, warm and cozy under a blanket, reading a book (The Twelve by Justin Cronin) ... and war breaks out. Darts flying all around me, whizzing past my head... for all of about three minutes.
"Time to find the darts!" my husband yells. For the next 10 minutes I hear them looking for the darts: Could it be here? Where did you shoot it? Who were you aiming at? Did you look under the couch? Okay, do we have all the darts now?
ATTACK!!!
Five more minutes of special ops sneaking, whispering, hiding, rolling, running, jumping, bullets whooshing. Then, "I'm out!" and "Me too!"
And so starts the vicious cycle: five minutes of playing Nerf Gun Wars and an hour of playing Find the Nerf Darts.
Guess who gives in and passes out more bullets? Yep, the General.
When we die of old age and our kids have to come clean out our house, they will find their fortune in Nerf Gun Darts.
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