This morning Liam picked up a toy wooden block, with a toy screw in it, and shot me.
It was decidedly not a gun and couldn’t hurt me, but I just wasn’t going to let this slide. So I picked up a toy c-clamp(also decidedly not a gun) and shot him back.
This went on for a couple of minutes, each of us pew-pewing each other(some with more amount of spittle than others) until it escalated.
Liam picked up a toy plane and shot me with all the guns available on that plane. Sure, it was a commercial air liner, but one that was apparently armed to the teeth.
I held my own for some time, pew-pewing him back(with less spittle) and he escalated further. Picking up pretty much a copy of the first toy plane(also apparently armed to the teeth) he tried to end this conflict once and for all.
Again, I held my own, but I knew the end was near. Until I noticed he had dropped his wooden block, so I grabbed it and was now armed in both hands. I felt sure I was going to end this, properly, with myself being the victor!
Little did I realize that these two planes, once combined in a single assault, had the the ultimate “I stole all your power” power. I had no chance.
With one loud PEW, it was all over. All my power had been stolen. The end was near. Like the WWE, I tried a couple of times at retaliation, but every assault was met with another “I stole all your power” attack.
As I lie there, guns across my chest, I was thinking that daddy was going to have to find a different game where he had a chance of winning.
Haven’t found that game yet…