Unfortunately, marshmallow shooters are not some fun little cocktail. They're actually toy guns that use mini-marshmallows as ammunition.I'd bought four of them early in the summer and then forgotten to give them to the T's. Shame on me, I know.Since my mom was way outnumbered and calling for back-up during her 3 day babysitting stint while the T's parents were out of town, I figured now was a good time to unleash the weapons.The kids were entertained for a good hour.... or maybe even a little more. Which I would call a great success in this group of short attention spans. But it gets better.They played together. All of them. Wait.... let that soak in. All Of The T's Playing Together. From 12 yrs old down to 4. Seriously. I think this might be a first. And yes... Tanner is running around with no shirt and penguin pajama pants. A fashion statement, I guess? Tess just thought they were all crazy. Which they are. Notice the homemade sniper tower in the background. Somehow beach towels provided both protection from the marshmallow projectiles as well as good cover and concealment for surprise ambush.Quote of the day: "This is funner than video games!!!" ~ Tatum (1st grader)
I stopped and bought marshmallows on the way to the T's house. While standing in line at the checkout I saw Pop R0cks. Remember those? I hadn't seen them in forever. So I decided to pick some up to share with the younger generation.
They were a big hit. You can see the evidence on Travis' face. Stray Pop R0cks and marshmallow powder from eating his ammo. LOL! That's what I call a good time!The dog loved the game, too. She was like a bloodhound with her nose to the ground searching out stray marshmallows in the grass. Luckily, she only threw up once after the war had ended. Poor baby.