Richard and Annabelle have been a little obsessed with the 200 water balloons we threw in our cart at the craft store the other day. Once I taught Annabelle to to tie them, dozens of blown-up balloons have populated the house, some with names, many with faces, still others hog-tied into bouquets.
What we hadn't used them for, until this morning, was water bombs, but at 9 AM I made good on my final promise of their visit and filled 30 balloons with water while the kids changed into their suits. We agreed on the rules in advance: stay within the boundary, no throwing from a range less than four feet, and no head-shots. In addition, the minute somebody cried, the battle was over, and everyone had to pick up the pieces.
The three of us had fun splatting balloons at each other's feet, although Richard did score a drenching hit on my back, and happily, none of us cried. When it was all over, picking up might have been a bit contentious were it not for my advance planning-- all of our balloons were color coded. Richard had blue and green, Annabelle pink and purple, and I orange and yellow, so there could be no excuse for leaving any latex behind.
What we hadn't used them for, until this morning, was water bombs, but at 9 AM I made good on my final promise of their visit and filled 30 balloons with water while the kids changed into their suits. We agreed on the rules in advance: stay within the boundary, no throwing from a range less than four feet, and no head-shots. In addition, the minute somebody cried, the battle was over, and everyone had to pick up the pieces.
The three of us had fun splatting balloons at each other's feet, although Richard did score a drenching hit on my back, and happily, none of us cried. When it was all over, picking up might have been a bit contentious were it not for my advance planning-- all of our balloons were color coded. Richard had blue and green, Annabelle pink and purple, and I orange and yellow, so there could be no excuse for leaving any latex behind.
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