Blast Mommy (from The Batmom October 2012)

Son has invited me to play a game he invented called Blast Mommy.

His blaster: a yoga mat

My blaster: a roll of paper towels

His fortress: a laundry basket + a cardboard box sandwiched between the wall + the bed

My fortress: stale air and dust motes swirling uselessly around me

His bullets-to-kills ratio: 1-to-1

My bullets-to-kill ratio: 19384920-to-1

I’m not liking my chances. But I’m going in.