Paintball Birthday

Paintball. Guys and guns. And paint. It's every mother's dream. The boys gets to be outside, in the mud, firing a gun at other people - without really hurting them - and everything comes out in the wash.



It was way out in the middle of nowhere. If anyone else out there has a used farm and can't figure out what to do with it, turn it into a paintball arena. You wouldn't believe what people will pay for the pleasure of shooting other people with paint! (I believe ... that my wallet is now empty!)

Four hours of paintball fun. Twenty-six guys. Running back and forth across a grassy field, splattered with mud, splattered with paint, trying to keep track of friend and foe, shielded by barrels, stacks of tires.



Four hours. Plenty of time to wear out the birthday boy. He looked worn out. He acted worn out. He came home and lay down on the couch and slept.



Or did he?