Nerf Gun Wars and the Lesson of Asking for Help
The Battle That Left More Than a Bruise Nerf gun wars were a staple in our home when my kids were little. Foam darts zipped through the air, wheezing past faces and narrowly missing eyes—which, if hit, meant the game was immediately over. Most “injuries” were minor and forgotten by dinner, but one moment has stuck with me for years. During one of these battles, my daughter was in full sprint, trying to dodge my attack. She cut a corner around the couch too tightly and slammed her toes into...
