for Christmas my 11 year old wanted a bunch of Nerf guns. At first I was kind of happy that he didn't want anything electronic. No video games, no mp3 players, no game boys (all of which I find to be a large waste of his time). He just wanted Nerf (only the minor detail of him shooting at people with a fake weapon to worry about there) . So for the couple of months before Christmas I would occasionally collect Nerf stuff when it would go on sale. We did have a couple of small Nerf guns, and if you aren't against fake guns in your home, they have been one of the most played with toys we have. Both the boy's and the girls get into shooting each other and running around the house laughing and having fun together. Nothing seemed more bonding then shooting each other with Styrofoam bullets. LOL.
Right there I should have realized collecting a whole arsenal of guns and bullets was going to be a mistake. Especially when the gun that was on his "most wanted" list had a large "bazooka" bullet (at least that is what my 11 year old calls it) that can be pumped up with enough force to do some damage.
Well now that Christmas is over and all of the guns have been let loose in the house (not to mention a couple of extra that my husband has bought since to be able to have equal playing grounds) my home has become a continual Nerf war zone. I find Nerf bullets in all the nooks and crannies that I pass. It isn't uncommon to have them zooming by my head as I fold laundry or do the dishes. And along with the guns we also seem to have a bunch of extra children. Ones that I have never seen before and I don't remember drafting them. They are all running around the house jumping over furniture and screaming. There is the occasional fight when the bazooka hits someone hard enough to hurt. I have had my youngest find me three times today bawling that her brother shot her in the eye. It is quickly becoming not just a fun game but an actual literal war zone around here.
Right now we have five extra kids. Yesterday we had seven. It has been as high as ten. In fact I am assuming since it isn't even four yet that we will reach our record high today. Sad thing is we have a gun for each of them. If I have to pick up one more Nerf bullet I think they may have to haul me of to the local metal institution.
I have a pretty darn good life... does anyone know a number for a good Psychiatrist?
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