Sigh.I suppose it was inevitable. I have boys. And boys,
for some completely unknown to me reason, are drawn
to guns. And anything that can be made into a gun.
Take that fact, and add my son's tremendous
negotiating skills (coupled with that irresistible face)
and a trip to the Dollar Store ends up ushering in a
new era in our household.
Zach has a gun.
I bought it for him.
What in the world do we do now?
2 comments:
I've always been heartily anti-gun, and it's actually my daughter who's more prone to inventing them. I've allowed marshmallow shooters here, and otherwise they just have to bite their graham crackers into the shape of guns if they feel the need.
Just let him shoot all the bad guys and aliens and rest well at night knowing that the Z man has once again saved the day!
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