It was crazy loud here yesterday. Maggie and Rosie were fussy with runny noses while Molly and Rory dressed up in fatigues and just went nuts on each other. Aidan hunkered down with a box of peeps and steered clear of all the foolishness. It was like the navy seals vs the jedi. Safety glasses were not part of the fun and more than once I pretended not to hear just how much a nerf dart in the eye hurts.
When we finally sat down to eat, Jim noticed Rory had something on his hand. "Oh, that's just blood from the sword fight. Ugh?!? And I wonder why potential babysitters are scared off by the questions, "So, are your hand-to-hand combat skills up to date? Do you have your own mouth guard or should we fit you for one?"
There aren't many pictures from the fun. Why? Jim and I were hiding under the dining room table.
Real men wear fatigues tangerine polos.
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