Rubber Band Wars that is.
This is something that Brian remembers he and his brothers doing in their basement room.
He's talked about it for years.
Now he's doing it with our boys (and girls).
Apparently the first step towards a great Rubber-band war is to have NO light at all.
So, the darkening began.
Brian had been saving cardboard to cover the windows of the basement for some time.
It wasn't enough though, butcher paper was needed as well.
Over the windows and doors of the walk-out basement (that we haven't been able to walk out of now).
The doorway from the kitchen to the basement had to be covered too.
NO light, remember...
Then the fun could begin!
They all wear protective glasses for their eyes.
Then run around in the dark shooting rubber-bands at each other.
Seriously.
The neighbors even come to do it.
And everyone raves about it.
Ashlyn loves it!
Madelyn isn't allowed down there yet (pretty sure she'd get trampled).
Have I played?
No.
Sorry, but even with my eyes protected, I'm not so fond of getting shot at with rubber bands.
I know, I know, I'm a party poop-er.
This can be one of those bonding with daddy memories.
Game on!
















