mama minion

Mama-minion

Well, we lost a gun. Well, we didn’t lose it; it actually died. Yes, conservative little me, let all my children play with guns. It’s a Tuesday night tradition. Since Dad has class, we get out the disc-shooters and shoot multi-colored foam discs EVERYWHERE. I am the un-jammer and loader, while the boys and Sarah have a great time. It’s actually one of Ryan’s favorite games, and when I saw them at Christmas, I purchased four of them for the boys, counting Ryan as the fourth boy.

Tonight, one gun died. It was not jammed, it just stopped. I replaced the batteries. Still, no happy hum…Lucas was beside himself with grief. Sarah comforted him and actually gave up her gun. Happiness restored, Lucas kept loading and shooting. Tim announced, from the high ground on the top bunk bed, that Sarah could be his “good minion”. (No evil minions allowed of course.) So she proceeded to gather ammo so King Tim could load faster. Marcus and Lucas also announced that they were “minions” as well. This was just too funny to mama, who decided to be mama-minion. So if you call on Tuesday nights, between 7 and 7:30, there will likely be no answer, as the minions (and king Tim) will be shooting foam discs EVERYWHERE.