Daddy's Paintball Boot Camp

So, Marcus was cleaning out one of his cabinets in the basement - the cabinet with all of his paintball gear. 

Here's the thing... Marcus hasn't been able to play for over 8 years.  If you knew Marcus in his mid-20's, you know that a vast majority of his free time was spent playing paintball; prepping his paintball equipment; modifying his paintball equipment; CLEANING his paintball equipment; perusing websites for the best deals on paintball equipment.... It was a bit of an obsession.

One of my most vivid memories of the days following our marriage, is being rudely awoken at (gasp!) 9:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning by the sound of my husband, sitting on the floor by the bed, testing out the compressed air tank on his gun by firing repeatedly it without paint...

But I digress - back to my story!  As Marcus was looking longingly at each piece of gear he removed from the cabinet, the boys took notice.  BOY, did they take notice!  Between the colorful (8-year-old) paint balls, and the large assortment of masks, paintball guns and camouflage, the boys became giddy with fascination.  It wasn't long before the boys had talked him into an impromptu paintball lesson in our back yard with a make-shift target.

Can you tell all three enjoyed themselves?!? As each splatter of green paint hit the target, their excitement grew, and the giggles were uncontrollable at times. 

I have a feeling I'm going to have to start budgeting for paint balls again...