Marshmallow Assault

My mom always gives us a toy on Christmas morning, something to shoot at each other or bring out the mature side of her children.  This year the toy was marshmallow blow guns.  After the initial Christmas day battles, we settled into the more serious business of planning an assault on our older brother when he arrived the next day.  Check out our clever disguises prepared for the ambush.

You should have heard the group of us, all over thirty years old, giddily planning our attack.  The best part was choosing which phrase from The Lord of the Rings would be our signal to begin firing.  We finally chose the two tone horn from Helm's Deep performed by Mom with a duck call.

The ambush went down quite well.  The climactic moment was when Carrie dumped a bread bowl of marshmallows down on Greg's head from the top of the stairs--the pot of boiling oil essential to any good fight.  It only took about a minute and thirty seconds to get Greg to surrender.  Most of that time he was completely bewildered as to what on earth was going on.  The 10 hours of preparation was definitely the highlight.  And, of course, the memories!