So the boys got NERF guns for Easter, which should probably be a whole other post in and of itself. But I played with guns. Jack and Dylan always had toy guns, and real ones to boot. And I even played with a real gun. I have no idea what kind of gun (a long one), but I would put on Dana's wedding dress, grab this gun, and pretend I was Annie Oakley.

Point being, all three of us turned out to be well-adjusted, functioning adults (by the way, Stephen did not have guns as a child and the jury is still out on whether he is well-adjusted). So we decided (although Stephen keeps telling people it was my idea) to buy the boys NERF guns, which are not made in America but that is also a whole other post.

Of course they, which includes Stephen, are shooting at each other and I am yelling a lot and cursing myself. But NERF guns are made for shooting other people, so I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to this. It seems crazy in hindsight, although they are having lots of fun. Some of the bigger boys on the street have NERF guns and now there are NERF gun wars to be had every night.







Stephen came up with the brilliant idea of drawing a bull's eye on the front window so the boys could have some target practice.





However, that did not stop them from shooting up every possible item in our house. I keep findings those little darts everywhere, tripping on them with my arms full of laundry. Every mirror and window has at least a dozen little dart rings waiting to be wiped clean.







There's a small child just out of view. See what I meant about the jury being out?