Laser Tag: Challenge Accepted
My son, Thing 2, turns 10 tomorrow – the big double digits. We’re throwing him a birthday party tonight, involving some friends coming over for a sleepover and we’re taking them all to a local place to play laser tag, followed up by movies, video games and late night snacks.
One of his friends is sick today and can’t make it, so to fill the extra spot and make the numbers even, he asked if I wanted to play laser tag with them. After 12-year-old Me calmed down inside, we had this conversation:
Me: Yeah I do! But, it sucks for you guys because I’m wearing my Flash shirt today, so you won’t be able to hit me.
Thing 2: Oh yeah? Well, I’m wearing my Star Wars shirt so I’ll be able to hit you easily! (Note: His shirt had storm troopers on it, each holding a trick-or-treating pumpkin bucket)
Me: Except those are Storm Troopers on your shirt. They couldn’t hit anything they were aiming at even when they had their laser rifles.
Thing 2: Oh man!
My wife, from off in the other room: OH, BUUUUUUUUURRRRNNNN!
