I’ve obviously never fired one. Maybe I would feel differently. But I don’t think so.
I knew that having a boy would mean an eventual imaginary game with guns. I mean, hell, even I played cowboy as a kid and we had toy guns! I can’t even imagine that these days. Now you can’t even hold up your hand and make a shooting motion without offending someone.
Sunday night it happened. Bug was shooting balls out of his helicopter toy and he said “mommy, I shoot you!” I stared at him blankly and dumbfounded. “Um, let’s say something else honey” as he raised the helicopter to eye-level to shoot me again. Then he proceeded to go into this toddler babble about the boy we played with a few weeks ago and how he “shooted” lots of things.
My husband looks over at me. I make a face. Since Bug was really talking about a water gun, hubs said “do you mean he squirted you bud?” “No Daddy, he shooted me.”
I am totally and completely not ready for this.