We're having a warm spell this week. The boys are out back participating Jedi training. I once again had to explain that we shouldn't actually hit our brothers with our lightsabers and plastic bats and whatever else we've turned into a weapon for this very serious training.
They cannot fathom my reasoning. Even after M, J, M, and then J came in crying after being swacked (the last time J came in he was holding his glasses frame and L was following him with the lens). L asked if I could think of a safe way for them to hit each other.
At least they haven't found the aluminum bat yet.