This is it.
This is all that’s left of 475 water balloons sacrificed for my children and their friend’s savage pleasure. In this boys-against-girls mêlée there were boundary disputes, wily military-like strategy and high-pitched screams that brought out the neighbors.
I think as an event this is a keeper, but next year Jack and I will guard our personal weapons more closely.
And we might give the neighbors a little advanced warning.