Today's family activity at the end of the night was orchestrated by my son. He brought down his large collection of Nerf and similar foam-based projectile-type guns. The armory was stationed on the couch with weapons divided up into small, medium, and large. Kyle, my son's cousin, has drastically increased my son's collection, so when he told us to select a gun from the small area, we had a lot of choices.
Next, he told us there had been ammunition scattered all around the first and second floors. You weren't allowed to stockpile ammo, but you could keep what you could store in your weapon. After five confirmed hits on one of the other players, you were allowed to go back to the armory and upgrade your weapon.
There were loads more rules he wanted to explain, but since bedtime was barreling down on us, we elected to go for the simpler game and start immediately so we'd have more time to play. My daughter was surprisingly ready to compete and wasn't unhappy about any of the numerous things that could make the game wholly unfair for her.
We all shot at each other and had an understanding that we'd hand off ammo if she ran out. There was no real winner or loser after the two rounds we played (all with eye safety) but no one complained aside from the typical, "aww, do we have to stop? Just one more time? Just one more minute?"
The Big Boy Update: My son worked hard to create a special game for us tonight. He laid out two floors of the house with all the things we'd need to have a fun game together. He didn't even complain about having to put things away at the end of the night. He wants to play again. We had so much fun I think we'd all be up for more.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter didn't complain once about not being able to see something or we were cheating of it wasn't fair tonight. The game was not the same for her, but she played along and had fun in her own way. We all had fun playing with her and she successfully shot us. There were lots of misses all around and I think she understood it wasn't easy for us just because we could see.
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