Boys, I am either in speechless or yelling mode these days with my children, boys!
Everyday someone is "stabbed", "whacked", and "maimed" with the wooden swords. Then I hear the culprit of the wooden sword crime pleads not guilty based on the fact that the victim SHOULD HAVE been wearing armor.
How can you argue with that? Simple, you take the damn swords away.
You think all would be peachy keen after that, right? I mean ALL weapons of childhood destruction are put away. They now throw cucumbers at each other, action figures, and steal the toilet paper from the pooping sibling on the commode.
Peace shall rein someday, but then it will only be temporary because the fighting sibling/cousin that will now be my grandchildren will be over for a visit. Unlike what I deal with now, I can call up my boys and say the words I long to say, "Come pick up your children and take them home!"
(Did you hear the evil witchy laugh? No? Oh, I will try to be louder next time....)
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