The Barricades of Freedom

Last Sunday, this is how we found ourselves coping with sniffly noses and a need for some entertainment.
We built a barricade.
To protect against this:

A rolled-up-sock-wielding Daddy.

James hid within, hoping to keep an eye on the enemy without making himself too vulnerable. From the looks of where that sock-bomb is flying, he may want to reconsider this spot.

But he liked it there.

Bethany and Ben soon joined the cause.

Well...sort of...

I thought about Les Miserables the whole time we had this set up. Perhaps there are more notable barricades in history than those in the French Revolution but not in the world in which I was raised. :)


So, in closing:
"One more day before the storm at the barricades of freedom! When our ranks begin to form will you take your place with me?" - Enjolras

Or, perhaps more fitting:
"And little people know when little people fight, we may look easy pickings but we've got some bite! So, never kick the dog because he's just a pup - we'll fight like twenty armies and we won't give up. So, you better run for cover when the pup grows up!" - Gavroche


P.S. Speaking of the world in which I was raised, this joins a long line of rolled-up-sock games made up over the years in the Hawkes' household. I always thought my parents were just really in-the-know when it came to super fun activities. Now, as I examine the circumstances surrounding the instances in which we choose to use this type of activity, I can't help but feel that perhaps these games came about as my dad forgot to prepare for his portion of family home evening . . .