

saturday morning i was mowing the lawn and taking care of some weeds. the kids were outside and i ended up replacing a sprinkler head and getting into the bag with all of the fittings, tools, heads, and scrap pieces. i remembered as a kid that we would take the scrap pieces and some fittings and make some guns with them. i made one for ethan as he likes to play with them at friends houses but we don't have any sort of pro NRA toys in our house. makenzie saw that ethan had one so we ended up with two pvc guns. they played taliban and world police for a few minutes and then they were over my creations.
molly told us about how one day they used a piece of pvc pipe and were shooting marshmallows into damons mouth. i decided to do the same. so i went back out and took a two left over pieces and made their marshmallow shooters. i did sand down the ends. i spent the next 20 minutes playing with the kids. i would launch a mallow at them, it would hit them, they would then recover it and devour it. you would have thought that ethan was the only kid on the rose parade route because anyone that got by him he would rush over and bung it in his mouth. no one got hurt.

i thought that this was a good idea until we are driving down to SD and i start getting pelted in the back of the head from the marshmallow snipers in the back seat. it was raining white air puffed projectiles only in the drivers seat. cherisse was sitting over in her seat like Switzerland in a war. i felt like France during any contest, on the losing end. the bad part is that the next couple of days my left shoe has been sticking to the floor mat. since they scattered them all over the left side of the car, my foot has massaged them into the groove of the mat and created a sticky mess.
***i have been informed since posting this that these weapons that i have created are the cave man version. at this
link (marshmallow shooter) you can make your own version that is a little more updated, and there are some ideas for face shields for the kiddies. eye protection is the key.
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