Boy with Boffer.

Boy has discovered the newest iteration of boffers. When he was a wee thing of barely over a year old he played boffers at a Convention. Much more of a free for all activity, and he was declared the world's littlest boffer by the organizers, when they declared to the room, "do not squish the world's littlest boffer!"

Now a hulking 6ft he has entered the world of leagues and teams and rules.

Today was a sort of boffer LARP. He has decided to be an assassin, and has acquired two short swords to that end.

I have told him I'm happy he has found a way to people. I have told him he needs to figure out, more of less on his own, how all of this is going to work. This is of two-fold importance: he's old enough to learn to organize important things in his life, and I need the reminder to let go.

Bonus points if I don't have to people for him to people. He is, after all, ths extrovert in this equation.