This Means War

For Father's Day my sons got me a pack of 8 water guns. It was only on accident that I ended up with them before Father's day. To Nolan's credit he tried to keep it a secret, and was doing a great job of it too. Gerret let the cat out of the bag. Spilled the beans. Cut the cheese.
Lindsay and the boys got home after I did Tuesday night and Gerret was asleep. Nolan made sure to call out, as I came out of the house to greet them "don't look in the middle of the seats dada!" I obliged and it slowly leaked out that a Father's day gift was back there. We proceeded about a normal evening with the exception that Gerret only awoke for a whiny half-hour. He was exhausted.
We all retired to our beds not thinking or saying much more about Father's day.
The following morning I was up early as usual. I took the dog out. Put the chickens out. Studied the scriptures. Prayed. It was upon my reentry to the house that a happier, more awake Gerret popped out.
"Surprise dada!"
"Hi bud. How are you?"
"Good."
"Did you sleep good?"
"Yes."(he randomly enunciates very well)
"Are you more rested now?"
"Yes."
Pause.
"We got you water guns!"
So the secret was out. I apologized to Nolan who had been doing so well about the secret and I had a little water gun fight with the boys before work.
Then last night, after dinner, the boys declared that they would rather we have a family water gun fight in place of a bed story. So the four of us stepped outside and went at it. I think the guns were refilled three times. Lindsay even used warm water once. That felt nice. Things slowly escalated between Lindsay and I, as they are wont to do, and she started using cups. Then I used the hose. Then we moved to a large plastic trick or treat pumpkin. Then we were all soaked.
This picture is us after our great bed story replacement.
Viva la water guns.