What is it with boys and guns anyway?
Have you ever noticed that you don’t have to actually hand them a play gun, because everything–EVERYTHING magically has the ability to become one? Rakes…tripods…cd cases…balloons…bread.
In their mind, every inanimate object within their reach, has the innate ability to maim. This is a skill that only boys have–or, I might add, want.
Of course, this skill puts everyone in their rifle scope every waking moment. We wouldn’t want to waste precious practice time, would we? Consequently, no one is safe.
In fact, I remember helping 3 year old Daney boy get dressed one day and his little thumb-and-finger-gun kept being loaded and fired too dang close to my head for me to like it.
Finally, after having my ears and chin and both eyes taken out by Hop-along’s imaginary bullets and a bit weary of his gun hand waving in my face, I held on to his arm and said, “Hey! You know, it isn’t very nice for boys to shoot at their mommas.”
His eyes immediately filled up with tears and he collapsed in a heap in front of me.
“I wasn’t shooting my momma.” Oh, he was wailing now.
“Reeeeally?” I said.
And I’m Mother Goose.
He pulled himself up and wiped at his nose with his sweatshirt sleeve. To the washer with that one.
“I was killing the bad guys….
The “Mother of the Year” title just flew past me…
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And they still grow up to be good missionaries and good guys who love their imperfect mothers.
Thank you Lord!
So you are telling me it is normal for my boy to turn is peanut butter and jam sandwich into a gun?! Okay good I thought there for a minute I was doing something wrong! 🙂 Everything that boy touches turns into a gun or a sword! I love reading what you have to say or the things you are thinking.
Killing the bad guys… Ohhh little boys… 🙂
I LOVE that you’re using the scanner. It makes me sooo happy to see pictures like these! I’m smiling lots!
and the more boys you have the more they do this together…and the louder the guns and swords get!
Oh my, with 3 boys here,you just described my life 🙂
At first it was toast crust guns, now it is tree branch swords.
And I always get to play the queen being rescued. It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it;-)
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We had a No Gun Policy in our house for many years. However, it did little to prevent my boy from chewing his toast or crackers into the shape of a gun…