it's Knerf or Knitting

As the ad doesn't say. Today the rain was pouring rather than biblical, so we put the bad weather plan in place. She'd been allowed to choose something from the toyshop, subject to veto (we learned from that swimsuit). To both of our surprise, she wanted a foam dart blaster (not called a gun but we all know...) She wanted the pink&shrink version so the Mr wisely added the other one. Several hours on we have a water bottle on a barstool as a target, the girl's head is full of rules, and I am happily remembering hours spent in our childhood neighbours garden with an air rifle, tin cans and an exceptionally patient ex RAF father. The Mr is now calling me Dead Eye Mummy.