Giggle of the Week

So the other morning, I woke up to a nerf dart slapping my forhead. I heard a little giggle, the innocent kind mixed with pure guilt. A dart got me and by the time I was out of bed darts were stuck up and down the curtains in our room. Who was the culprit you ask? The one who doesn't seem to understand the rule that you don't point the "gun" at somebody's head. She had a good giggle and is enjoying this new found toy. The other Saturday morning her and her rule follower brother ambushed Kirk and I while we were still vegging in bed...we heard a yell "Shot em Zach shot em!" Then about thirty nerf darts pelted the bed...game on kids!