My family has always loved toy guns. Of every kind. When we were kids we had these bright orange and green water guns that looked like hand held machine guns. We spray painted them black to look like real guns. No cowboys and indians for us. We were a modern family. It was all about gangster territory fueds! So years later that love for toy guns has not gone out of us. Mom bought these marshmellow shooters for the kids at the office party. They never made it out of the house. Next thing I know I come home to see two bags of large marshmellows with dad and Nick shooting large marshmellows at each other.
After some experimentation we realized that only one of the guns worked. I myself got tired of shooting someone with a defective gun and just started throwing the little puffs of marsh at my family. We DID NOT throw them at mom. That is a big no no!
Or face the wrath of Dad!
We decided to start having family night. We don't do that often. But since we all are starting to spread out we are trying to do more stuff together. So my older brother and younger sister came over. And they joined in on the fun!
It was just like when we were kids. Mom would work around the kitchen while the kids with dad would run around through stuff at each other. This time it was all about the marshmellows. Of course with everything things started getting out of hand. Usually starting with someone getting mildly hurt. Like Brian throwing a marshmellow just a little bit to hard at my head. And then I go psycho and throwing marshmellow after marshmellow at Brian. My anger being gone long ago I just throw to teach my brother to never throw something at my head like that again. And I get some kicks out of it at the same time.
I know I'm evil >)
Eventually I'm stuffing marshmellows down my sister pants and rubbing into my older bro's skin. That's when I knew I had gone a little too far. I run and hide downstairs.
Now, I know the rules have changed in our family when I don't hear Brian chasing me. I know the rules have changed even farther when as I try to make my way upstairs after I wait in my locked bathroom that every corner I look around and every room and search is cleared of any sibling looking for vengance.
This is a whole new world I have to deal with. Now I don't know who to trust or if I should. I'm not going back into the great room because who knows what they'll do to me. I decide to hide around the corner in the hallway. Trying to over hear what they are saying. I hear my older brother saying he's got something planned for me and my mother is begging him not to ruin my bedroom. And you want to know why?
Because she was worried about him ruining the brand new carpet and door!
No family ties keeps us safe around here, I'm telling you!
I decide to hide in my parents room for a while and then I hear the dogs being let in. The first thing that happens to those dogs when they get let in is be put in the kennels. Do you know where the kennels are?
In my parents bedroom.
I rush to my mom's closet. It's a walkin and I quietly close the door leaving it cracked just enough for me to see and hear what's going on. My whole family is int here and I'm praying that mom won't need to get into the closet. I try to move around and hide behind clothes but there isn't enough room and it was making too much noise. So I'm not only stuck but in danger of giving myself away because I paniced!
Finally they all leave and I wait long enough to make sure no one comes back. I find out later that Nick did come back because he suspected I was in there. Good thing I waited.
I did sneak out at one point and mom caught me but she didn't say anything. Eventually I make my way outside because I was not going to get caught after all of that work. I know they aren't going to do anything to me. But I wanted to get a hold of the working gun before they got to me. I guess my absence was long enough that they felt I needed to be checked on. So I went back inside got the gun. And blew them away.
Well not blown away but they were surprised to find me upstairs in the kitchen. Having no idea how I got there.
And all because of a few marshmellows.
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