A Half Hour a Day

Zan thought it would be a great idea on New Year’s Eve to secretly arm all five girls in the house (aged 9-17) with Nerf Blasters, with the instructions to attack their other uncle (his brother.)   Of course, they willingly obliged, pounding through my house, giggling and screaming to wake the dead.  It was all fun and games until Uncle chased down one of the girls and stole one of their Nerf Blasters…the tables were turned!  The chase was on in the other direction, and the girls unthinkingly blockaded themselves in the bathroom thinking they were safe.  Little did they realize that the Uncles wired our house and know exactly which button to push in the electrical panel to render total darkness within the locked bathroom.  I believe the neighbors could hear the screams of delighted “terror.”  *sigh*

Of course, all I could think was, “It’s all fun and games till somebody loses an eye!”

Thank goodness the girls emerged after calling a truce, unscathed and with all eyes intact.

My Niece/Goddaughter, displaying her weapon: