Tommy had been in our home just a few hours, and was stretched out flat on the pull-out sofabed. He was bloody, bandaged, drugged up on Percoset from jaw surgery the night before, and barely able to even sit up. But when he noticed Caleb, standing at the end of his bed and staring at him with pity? He carefully grunted out “I’ll play with you real soon, buddy…”
The way he looked that first day? I would’ve put that promise out at least a few weeks, but Tommy is always surprising us. Within 4 days he was up and at ’em and not long after that, there was a full-on Nerf War in the middle of our kitchen!!
It was Sam and Caleb VS. Josiah and Tommy. The kitchen stools get covered with the camo fleece blanket that Claudia made for Sam years ago (he loves this blanket because it is both night comfort and day protection!) Guns were distributed. Bullets collected from under beds and between sofa cushions, massed at the “Base”
The animated discussion that went on during the battle went something like this:
they’re on the ground boy, and that’s called -finders keepers!
But that’s not the rules-each man gets to keep his own Nerf darts!
Nope, not if I get to ’em first!
Mom said! That’s the rules of Nerf War and if we shoot in the face she’ll take our guns!
She’s not MY Mom (grinning)
Seriously, Tommy! You can blind someone!
Then cover your eyes!
(I intervene here and Tom is always respectful, so he stops aiming at the face…but he is half blind himself, and still on strong meds, and like shots fired from behind the grassy knoll? who knows who is quilty but soon Caleb is crying, Tom apologizing. All is forgiven, and the battle re-starts….No, wait! 2 boys have an idea…!)
Tommy, that’s against the rules!
Who is the little sissy who keeps making up rules?!
Our Mom did!
Oh. Ok. Sorry.
But soon I hear Josiah, again patiently explaining…
“Uncle TOM. You can’t just bend over their base and shoot at the enemy point blank, then steal their ammo!”
“Boy, I done told you already…there ain’t no rules in WAR!”