I arrived home from taking my father-in-law to his doctor's appointment to find that our house had been attacked! Attacked by paintballs that is. Exactly what you see in these pictures is what I saw but multiply it by thousands! A good friend of ours gave Forrest all of his paint ball equipment in exchange of Forrest painting his kitchen in the near future, however, the equipment made it in the house before the painting has even been scheduled. I knew something of this nature might happen when I noticed the box of paintballs still sitting on the table and more than a few purple paintball shells littering in the backyard. I told George to put the equipment up ASAP, but he forgot. It sat on the table a day too late.
Forrest and Sadie thought it would be fun to have a war against each other and looking at the damage, they had a blast! I really didn't mind them having the paintball war, but what I did mind was the huge mess they left behind! After they bragged to me about all the awesome details about the war and who got in the best shots, etc, I gathered up the cleaning supplies and told them to get busy cleaning and to not forget to clean the paint off the back door, the screen door, the patio, the hardwood floors (in the house!), the back wall of the house, the grill, the shop door, the picnic table and anything else that had became the target of their paintballs! I believe this will be in their Top 10 childhood memories to tell their kids one day. I know it is definately one of my Top 10 stories about raising my kids I'll never forget!
(thanks Jude! lol)