By the time Christmas was over Master O had four Nurf guns. All different times, all with different firing mechanisms. Master G and Master O were running around the house shooting each other. Well, correct, Master O was shooting at little Master O who didn't want to shoot because he didn't want to lose his bullets.
Having enough of watching the one-way action, I armed myself with Master O's gun and hid behind the door. In a hushed voice I said to him and Miss S, "watch this."
With my gun pointed forward I ran straight out towards Master G in the kitchen doorway. A grin lit up his face watching me, clueless, fire off my shots. I think I was also screaming, I'm not very stealth.
I ducked in to the bathroom doorway waiting for Master G to shoot at me so I could try and get him again. Screaming with excitement I ran forward again, preparing to get hit so I could also get him. It was take no prisoners (in my head)
After my courageous display we all ran around laughing and shooting. 20 minutes later I had lost some bullets. Master O gave me the 'told you so' look.
It was such fun, a good laugh and a game I don't recommend playing before bed. It took them forever to get to sleep afterwards.
Above is the hilarious Miss S in fight mode.
Below is the serious Master O, still counting bullets.
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