Who knew that marshmallows could be used as weapons? Not deadly weapons, of course. Not even serious-injury weapons. But weapons, nevertheless. I never knew. Until Monday night.
No, in our war we did not use marshmallow "shooters", something I had never heard of before Monday night. We just used the might of our arms to hurl confectionary sweets at each other. But to know that you had actually hit someone, the marshmallows were covered in flour. Yum.
Needless to say, any "rules" we were attempting to play by went out the window after about five minutes, at which time we just went after each other with the marshmallows, picking up stray ammunition on the ground and re-dipping them in the plastic bags of flour we all carried. And when unable to find marshmallows (or at least unwilling to stoop down to the ground to pick them up), we made exceptionally good use of our left-over flour.
What an attractive crew we all were by the end of the hour.
"The only winner in the War of 1812 was Tchaikovsky." -Solomon Short