Next time I'll leave the sword fighting to the *real* pirates

Those swords that my Mom got the boys waaaaaaaaaaaaay back in October are still going strong.

The boys more-than-love them.

They love to smack each other senseless, pretend to be pirates, and do who-knows-what else with them.

For two bucks apiece, those swords were a great buy.

Tonight, I was playing "swords" with Cameron. I don't normally do this, because the boys play pretty rough, and I am a gigantic sissy terribly prone to injury. Nine times out of 10 I get seriously hurt in some weird, off-the-wall way just by being in the same room as them when they play. I don't even have to be involved in whatever game they are playing...I can be folding laundry on the bed on the other side of the room, and a block gets flung off the end of a tower, flies across the room, and nearly pokes my eye out.

You know....stuff like that.

But tonight, even though it was out of character for me, I joined in the "fun".

Yes--that's "fun" in quotation marks.

Cameron and I were smacking back and forth, and he dealt me a pretty good blow. I ducked my head, closed my eyes, and then--retaliated.

I swung in Cameron's general direction with full force--after all, that is, I was informed, how we play swords--and solidly connected with poor Cameron's face.

He was fine, by the way. That is why I love these swords.

However, he proceeded to take the opportunity to scold me saying:

"See? That's why grown-ups don't play swords."