Weapons of Mass . . . wetness?

Okay, so now that I have the cynicism out of my system.

For Family Night we had a little water game.


Separated them into teams of three each, with a hose down the lawn between them. Two, five-gallon buckets on the porch full of water. A ladder set up on each side of the yard with a tissue wrapped target hanging from them.

Objective: Destroy the other team's target without crossing the center line.



Mom and Dad lay on the grass and watched.

In a word: Hilarious.

Next time we'll have to buy eight guns, and join in. Pretty cheap entertainment for a summer evening at a dollar a gun. They all broke by the next morning, so my green conscience could be blackened, but C'est la Vie, eh?


This is my favorite picture. The ten year old totally thinks he's got someone in his sights, and has no clue that his little brother has come up from behind. See the buckets? When we started, Marty put the buckets on the porch; team one immediately took the time to carry the bucket down the hill to the center of their field. Team two, on the other hand, left theirs where it was. They kept running back up the hill to refill on the porch, until it finally registered that they were at a distinct disadvantage.

They had the targets down in about two minutes, at which point it became a complete free-for-all. The funniest was when they all ran out at the same time and attempted to refill at the same bucket. As you can see in the next sequence, it wasn't an easy thing to refill, and stay dry.


I'm not really sure why only two kids dressed for the occasion–maybe the older ones thought they wouldn't get wet?


At some point, they realized that you could get your opponent a lot wetter, a lot faster, if you just picked up the entire bucket:





My five year old finally discovered that he could duck down behind the weeds next door and shoot his siblings from hiding!

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