Before lasertag, Alexis and her dad tried paintball at home. Once.
Their white outfits were made to get splattered: Dad was going to auction his for charity, Alexis to wear hers for a "societal constructs"-themed community dance production.
The purple smears in her hair were awesome, although kind of sticky.
Her dad laughed at the deadly crimson swath she cut across first edition Storm spines ("How apropoetic!").
The puke-green spray on the kitchen counter -- arrowing at Gram's rendition of casserole -- was too funny.
But gobby orange stymieing her iPod (and three weeks' playlist organization) like bad construction? Game over.