Thursday, January 13, 2011

Nerf War Death Match of Doom

Super Son & Miss Thing both wanted Nerf Guns for Christmas this year.

Santa delivered in spades

Every day since then has involved being pummeled to some degree by orange foam darts

sneak attacks are a particular favorite

Christmas Day Hero Husband went to the station for a shift and so we decided to wage a war of epic Nerf Gun proportions on the unsuspecting firemen.  

It was 

The Nerf War Death Match of Doom

My husband works with a bunch of 10 year old little boys.  

Super Son thought he had died and gone to heaven.

All of the beds in the dorm were dismantled.  

The frames and box springs arranged strategically for optimum cover.

Mattresses were used as battering rams and moving shields to protect the
soldiers as they moved from fortified position to position.  

Alas, all good things must end and when the "big boys" set off a smoke bomb I called for a retreat and we headed home.  

Super Son said he annihilated the other army. 

Dude is vicious with a Nerf Gun so I believe him.

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