War Zone

"I'm going to shoot you!" he screams at me as he comes running through the kitchen. I turn and run away as quick as I can but I can't stay ahead of him on the tight turns through the hallway and living room - he catches up with me and pulls the trigger and a thousand (ok, not a thousand, more like ten) little foam darts come flying at my back, at point blank range, and stick to my shirt and shorts. I turn and aim my gun at him and fire a big foam ball which shoots past him and bounces off the wall. We both run around screaming, trying to grab up our amunition and re-load for the next round. Its complete anarchy and we're all screaming, running, diving for cover and trying to pump up the guns to be the first to take aim again.
I have to say, I am a hundred thousand percent against toy guns for kids, but they pretend that everything is a gun anyway, so why not go along with it and get some guns that are at least mostly safe? And plus, they're so much fun, I don't now if kids realize how much fun their parents can have playing with their toys.

And so we resume, Archer re-loads, I pump up the gun for him, grab my gun, and we're off! (Calm, peace, and quiet are DEFINITELY overrated!)