They tell me I’m not going to win at the water gun battle if I keep my eyes closed and my head down. (This is, presumably, true for any sort of battle.)
There were thoughts about how confrontational we became with guns in our hands.
There was team work, screaming and an awful lot of sogginess. Giggling.
I love the giggling.
A swingball tournament awaits
I’m not going to win that either…