Both Karli and I have wondered when this day would come for our little boy. Possibly it has already but I saw it quite obviously today. Somehow all boys know how to make anything turn into a gun. Mylie was eating her dinner while Nolan was playing in the living room (he was already done with dinner). All of a sudden I heard “pquew, pquew” (how would you spell it?) coming from both of them and they each had a crayon and were shooting each other. It is amazing how kids learn from their surroundings but I am not sure from where this one came. I don’t even know which one started it first. I tried prodding to find out where they learned it but Mylie did not confess to anything.
Now, I was one of those kids who could turn anything into a gun. I also remember playing toy guns with other boys in our neighborhoods and had quite the fun time. One day we even had a shoot out where we got to choose the toy gun and what part of the body we get shot at. The one who “died” the best got to take his turn and choose the next toy gun and body part. I even made a wooden toy gun in my wood shop class. Imagine the public schools allowing that now.
My point is I am not an overly concerned parent but it’s just another step in our kids’ development. Even though I don’t want to encourage the behavior, I find it fun to see how their imagination works and reminds me of myself as a kid.
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Surprise surprise, London just started pretending to play guns too. And it’s a little strange because I have no idea where she came up with it. We have no guns in the house.
Don’t worry, Tyler feels the same way. When he writes a post, he gets itching for comments, but often doesn’t get as many as he would like. I wish I could say that it doesn’t matter, but we all know the truth…
I didn’t comment at first, because I have no boys and we don’t play a lot of guns around here, although most of my girls have shot a real gun thanks to Dad. But they save their imaginations for other outlets, like fashion and dancing. It is very girly around here.
I’ll have to post comments on Tyler’s posts, even though he does not know me, because they always make me laugh. My favorite is the Daddy Tax, which is a tax that I now invoke more often than Congress.