Stop, or my mom will shoot!
I have learned on Saturday mornings that it is not enough to wear a bright yellow sweater to set myself apart from the Nerf Dart warmongers in my house. If so much as my shadow is spotted coming around a corner, I am open for attack.
Therefore, I now walk through the house on Saturday mornings muttering, "MotherMotherMotherMother..."
So they know it's me, and they won't shoot.
4 comments:
If I was a kid, I would totally shoot you anyway... ;)
Thumper: Yeah. I don't buy their "It was an accident" excuses either. :)
Apparently I walk very silently, and tend to scare the beejesus out of Cuddlecakes.
I have learned that if she is downstairs doing laundry, to announce myself so as to not give her a coronary.
What is it with guys and nerf guns? My husband has a pistol and gatlin gun kind of nerf. I find the projectiles all over. He knows, however, that if I get hit, he gets the couch. :)
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