Taking Down The King

I just got beat up by my kids. A lot.

It started innocently enough with a Nerf battle. My 15 year old vs my 11 year old and I. Bullets sprayed across the living room. Butt shots and head shots galore. Laughing and screaming, and then…

It went too far. Body parts got hurt. Feelings got hurt. Rage kicked in. So it was time to clean up. But then more Nerf shots fired again. Round 2- ATTACK DAD!!!

Finally we were all too tired. And called it a truce. My kids had beat me. Bad. They chose to bury me with bean bag chairs and sit on them. These beasts were self proclaimed victors of the Castle! I was de-throned. No longer the king.

For now.