The kids (all 3 of them) got foam dart guns for Christmas. Every now and then one of them, usually Daddy, will grab the gun and unload the 6 rounds. Usually Ashley is the victim. Tonight when he grabbed his gun, Ashley grabbed her gun and didn't relent. She let him have it just as bad as he was giving it to her until he realized he was bigger. He chased her over to the couch, pinned her down and started shooting at her belly. She thought it was so fun she started giggling hysterically.
In the meantime, Halle was running around yelling "Run for your life! Run for your life! Izzie! Run!" Izzie, the ever faithful companion, chased her wherever she went trying to make sure she was safe.
Guess which kids weren't calm, relaxed and ready for bed when it was time? Way to go Dad! Oh well, at least they had some fun!
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