Tears usually end all the fun

Tonight like most every night dear old Dad wrestles/chases/play fights with the kids. Since #4 was old enough she tried her best to join in too. This usually put a damper on the activities due to her delicate size being a baby and all. Nevertheless the fun marched on. Tonight like most every other night the sudden breakout of tears stops the festivities in their tracks.

As this is going on #1 sat on the computer playing a game where you put weapons down and fight when the enemy comes. This of course sounds like the beginning of things to come where Dad and he enjoy endless hours playing war style games. Yeah for them, but I digress:)
#3 enters the room yielding his trio blocks assembled in such a fashion as a gun. This gun had many parts that were set to shoot he exclaimed. Dad liking this idea picked up a few remaining pieces from the floor and began shooting back. Suddenly the room lit up in imaginary fire. #2 fled to get her own weapon. She reenters and the running begins. #4 simply running back and forth laughing all the while, #1 unaware of the mayhem on all sides of him.

Without warning #3 picks a piece off his gun and throws it in the general area of Dad missing by what could have been a mile. He screams, "Bomb dropper!". Then he makes an incredibly hilarious sound that words cannot describe. I remain safe on the couch awaiting the need for a medic as more bombs are tossed. This continues for some time and even included a seek and find session where Daddy hides in his room.

#2 and #3 attempt to wait him out but their patience is far shorter than his. They decide to tag team and check out where he could be. Neither is brave enough to lead, they push and shove each other trying to get the other to head in the dark room first. On my suggestion #2 turns on the light first and Dad comes charging at them. They retreat into the living room, behind the couch and fire. Dad sensing bedtime is near is hit and falls to the ground. They pounce without a second to lose, #1 even joins in. The are upon him, stripping of weapons and any protection. #4 even tackles laying full bodied upon his face. The laughter of all, myself included is too much and every one is on the floor. Alas #3 yells "Bomb dropper!" He throws and runs but Dad is too quick for him. He chucks 2 bombs his way, one actually smacks the top of his head causing, you guessed it instant tears.

I yell Medic and he heads my way crying real tears, eyes partially closed. There is no mark on his head but the tired little body takes over and reality of a 5 not 8 or 9 year old boy in my midst hits home. The game is done, the tears bring us all back to post 8pm bedtime. The groans can be heard for miles, but cleanup commences. It was great while it lasted. Until the next war.....tomorrow night I imagine;)