This mom says yes, they do. Especially in moms. Today started out with a bang, a boom, and a thud--and that was all before my head left my pillow. I had a REALLY BAD HEADACHE, probably from all the yummy stuff the Santa Ana winds are blowing our way. I suffered through some much-needed house cleaning, and was looking forward to reading some blogs (hey, I can read with my eyes all squinty) and a nice, long, hot bath. Then these two, after playing a LOUD COUPLE OF HOURS OF CAR RACING VIDEO GAMES,
decided that they would play a round or seven of Nerf Darts. Notice the re-purposed Super Hero belt around the boy's head. He informed me that he was a Ninja Warrior, while my little princess (choke) said she was "just a regular warrior". They packed some peanut butter crackers and water in backpacks (seriously), and made the long trek up the stairs, where I was now happily reading away on the computer. To shoot at each other. Loudly. I was just about to suggest the backyard as a better war zone, when someone took a Nerf Dart to the eye. That led to a swift pop in the belly of the other with the injured's Nerf Gun, and after that all that could be heard was me, screaming for them to stop fighting by the top of the stairs. I think I may have mentioned something about knocking them both into next week. Possibly. Anyway, the two boobs left me alone for a little while in the tub, until I once again became BASE. Heavy sigh.