War has been declared

Nerf Darts... EVERYWHERE! It all started here.

The younger boys exchanged their helicopters for nerf dart guns and it’s been WAR ever since.

One of the older boys decided he needed to get a nerf dart gun. Then the other older boy decided he needed one too, then another, then a nerf dart machine gun. THEN. The oldest boy (aka Jack, aka the father of all these boys) needed one too.

Furniture is being re-arranged. Darts fly across the house constantly. I find nerf darts in the sink, on my desk, in the heater vents, in our food, in the pantry, laundry room, kitchen, dining room, and stuck to any surface a nerf dart will stick. We have small nerf darts, and big nerf darts, and glow in the dark nerf darts.

The girls in this house? Well, all the boys managed to corrupt the youngest one so she’s joined their war, while Sissa and I just put up with it the best we can. Sure we can’t watch TV from the comfort of our couch because 9 times out of 10 the couch cushions are missing since they make great barricades. It wouldn’t matter anyway since there’s likely 58 darts stuck to the TV screen. Sometimes in patterns.

In my house, it’s now quite common to find a boy, or girl, or two boys and a fully grown man dramatically crawling across the carpet, combat style, telling everyone else to shush, while somewhere else in the house you’ll hear someone scream, “YOU’RE DEAD!! I SHOT YOU FAIR AND SQUARE! (…not in the face mom…)”.

If you want to visit us from now on, I must warn you: Come fully armored. You’ll likely be greeted by 67 nerf darts flying at you from all directions and the words, “Darn I thought you were dad” the second the door is opened.

If you don’t have good balance and quick reflexes, I advise you to not come over at all. In order to navigate my house, you must be ready to dodge while navigating chairs and any movable hard surface with pillows, blankets, and possible large clothing items covering them, most times blocking the entrance to, well… anywhere. That includes the bathroom. So make sure you “go” before you come over.

OK. Fine. I *might* be exaggerating. But only a little.

3 thoughts on “War has been declared

  1. Pingback: The Arsenal | Jack and Tracie ~ Life

  2. I love this Tracie! Around here on Christmas Eve, we all get togather in the living room (or some large area) and open our “presents” from the Evil Santa. It’s usually some form of kid’s weapon much like the ones in your pictures. My wife’s mother started this tradition years ago when she began giving us “kids” presents with toy weapons inside. She called it The Christmas Eve Weapons of Mass Destruction Event. And an event it was.

    We would shoot each other for hours with flying discs, darts, nerf balls and what not, all the while trying to steal the opponent’s ammo. It was a lot of fun.

    Since Annie passed away, my wife took on the tradition herself and each year on Christmas Eve we still honor her Mom with the CEWoMD event. At 52 years old, I still look forward to it. 😉

  3. Now, that’s funny!

    Wish I could be there.
    Nerf would be so much easier to clean up, and a whole lot more sanitary as a whole.

    At our house, the wars occur w/ food, water, snow, and the occasional dirty sock or worse.

    Course, we don’t have kids…

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