On any given day of the week, my sons are running around the house battling invisible dragons, having epic sword fights, and apprehending pretend bad guys with their toy guns blazing. Yes, I actually let my boys play with plastic guns and run with sticks. So far, no one has lost an eye or been impaled.
On a rare (or not so rare) occasion one, or both, of my little rug-rats will get smacked on the hand or the arm with whatever they are currently using as a weapon. This usually results in a bout of tears, angry words exchanged, and time-outs administered. Then, before I can blink, they are up and at it again, laughing and giggling and back to vanquishing their imaginary enemies once again. Continue reading