Nerf Blasters- I Was Wrong

It’s not often this happens, but I must confess to a grave mistake on my part.

For many months now, we have been acting to thwart the boy in his attempts to get his mitts on a Nerf Blaster (no links- just search on it, you’ll get the idea quick). We were at last undone by another parent, who decided to throw her son a Nerf Blaster party. She works at a local private school and had unfettered access to the school’s student center. All three floors. For about 20 boys ages 6 to 10 or so.

So we had to relent and get the boy his Nerf Blaster. Still, we resisted and didn’t present him with it until a couple of hours before the party.

It was easily one of the most fun birthday parties the kids have had. There was only about 20,000 square feet available to them, with stairs and couches and table and chairs. The party lasted about 2 hours and they ran around for all but the 15 minute break to eat a little bit of cake (which the Birthday Boy’s Mother baked and decorated like a Nerf Dart.)

The most humiliating part was admitting how much fun it was for the adults. There were some spare guns around, so a number of us spiced things up by shooting at the kids from above. Yes- a guilty pleasure.

I’ve since played with the boy’s gun on a number of occasions, just because it’s fun. Maybe Santa will bring me one as well…