If you have kids of pretty much any age and you play Warhammer (and by that I mean owning the miniatures and painting them, etc), you're going to run into an inevitable problem with the kids wanting to get their sticky little hands all over your precious army (or armies). Oh, you can kid yourself and say that you won't let them touch it or that they'll forget your models if you shove another toy in their face, but we all know that's a big fat self-deception. Sooner or later they're going to manhandle your painted models. Just learn to deal with it.
Today was one of those days when I busted open my box o' Eldar and all my terrain and my playing table and let the kids go nuts. I explained to them that models are handled by the base only, I didn't actually put any guns on any of them and I said a little prayer to the God of Purity Seal.
They tried very hard to contain their excitement and remember what Dad said about handling the models and making sure they're careful. I stuck around on the sidelines just to make sure nothing truly bad happened but, seriously... life is too short to deny your kids that much pleasure just because you don't want them marking up or breaking your little space toys (all of which are fixable).
The masses are assembled for the great War Of The Styrofoam Mountains And Plastic Buildings.
Ruth musters the warhost.
Ruth takes a break before issuing the wave of Eldar firepower forward to smite the Mon Keigh.
Dora, replete in tiger costume and face paint, assembles the milita of Guardians.
War is never so horrible that one can't pause to make a goofy face at the camera.
Two generals move the chess pieces into play.
Ok, just taking a moment here to admire one very fine War Walker. Oh, yeah, the kids are also playing well. They're actually cooperating, not warring, and they call that sniper's nest "Unity Tower", which they are banding together to save. It was cute.