Boys are weird! Why is it that they find great pleasure in pelting each other with things? Okay, once my friend and I did raid all the grapes in her garden and throw them at each other, but there wasn't an element of pain involved. Just spontaneous chucking, laughing and stickiness.
Maybe that's why I just rolled my eyes when I looked out back to see my sons and their friend splatting each other with the leftover, frost-ruined tomatoes from our now-rotting garden. I think what amazed me the most is that it wasn't just my kids that thought it was fun, but a neighbor was right there with them. Later Dustin told me that the tomato fight was the most fun ever!
It didn't stop there. I wish I had a picture of the big welt on Dustin's nose when I saw him Sunday morning. We're talking Rudolph here! The boys orchestrated a sleep-over that somehow ended up at our house - something I usually avoid when I'm working that night. However, I love this boy and he's fun to have around. I got home at midnight to the sounds of "girl-squeels" and floor thumping. I let it go while I was winding down, but at 1am went in to tell them they needed some sleep. I walk in and they are hunkered down with Nerf guns and goggles. I figured, it was just nerf pellets, no biggie. At breakfast I hear tales of, "well, crayons hurt when you shoot them out a Nerf gun," and even better - the Rudolph nose story. Oh they escalated to pellet guns! I told them the usual, "You could put your eye out!", but the did me one better, "No, Mom, we wore goggles!"