The kids have been facinated by guns for the last few days. They have a couple of toy pistols that were given as gifts a while ago and these have recently been the toys of choice. Of course hands and fingers shaped like guns (accompanied by a loud bang) also work.
The kids also have a great desire to be protected. So the question was bound to come some day: "Dad, do you have a real gun?"
So I gave them the "this is dangerous and only dad can touch it" talk. But I told them that I do have a real gun locked up in the house to protect them if a bad guy was to try to hurt them.
Now I am all of a sudden the coolest and most inspiring person on the planet. This morning Maria was sitting on my lap cuddling in a blanket and she said, "I love you so much...because you have a gun."
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I bet your gun isn't quite this cool: http://www.shinyshoes.blogspot.com/
this is my sister, Kate, currently in Iraq.
But I'm glad your kids think you'tre awesome! :)
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