Nerf fights, playdates and even the occasional party are pretty common, where we come from. The pellets are foam, the tips hollow and soft rubber, and so they’re almost standard issue boy toys among Rockstar and Friends. One day teaming up for yet another Nerf fight…
Miss: CanIplaycanIplaycanIplaycanIplay
Rockstar: Ok, you’re with mummy. Cos you’re little and I don’t need as much help.
Me: <stifling an “Excuse me?!”> Ok Miss –
Rockstar: <starts firing>
I fire back, momentarily too distracted to finish my sentence.
Miss: <runs quickly and unflinchingly through the lines of fire, methodically picks up my spent bullets over on Rockstar’s side, pausing only briefly before also taking Rockstar’s ammunition from right next to him while he’s busy engaging me, and running back over to my cover behind the Christmas tree>
Rockstar: <looks around shortly> Hey. Where are my bullets?
See No Foul; guess which one’s our Miss Brazen in the random pic of her music class
ps: Not The Size of The Dog In The Fight Part I is here
