Sanity or Patience: choose one.

Do you ever have one of those moments where you think, "HA! I am sane!" Then you step in dog poo with your bare feet and remember it was your idea to get the puppy...?

Wednesday, August 10

Guys n Bombs

It feels like only a few weeks ago we brought our screaming bundle of joy home from the hospital, swaddled and held tightly in my arms... idealistic notions of perfect parenthood still floating in our heads. We were going to kick this parenting thing's butt. Right after a quick nap...

My baby is six years old today, and has made out quite a specific birthday list.

Apparently this is what happens to children of "no guns allowed" parents... in addition to being a creative type who can turn ANYTHING into a gun (a stick, legos, his foot, even a marshmallow chewed to pistol-perfection). I don't even know how he KNEW about shooting crap, but he was figuring it out by the time he could talk.

The List:


  • tank that shoots

  • airplane with torpedoes

  • cannon soldiers

  • soldier action figures

  • Lego plane with bombs

  • bombs

I'm still holding out for that nap.

3 comments:

Call Me Cate said...

Any chance you can get some green "Little People" and convince him they are soldiers? Maybe during peace time. Soldiers that go to school and help the elderly cross the street.

I grew up with guns in the house (my dad was a hunter, plus we lived in the sticks and there were always wild creatures attacking) and my little brother's wish lists always looked about the same as this. Seems it can't be avoided.

Eva Gallant said...

It's a guy thing! lol

Working Mommy said...

He is just being a boy. As long as you teach him to respect guns, then he will grow up just fine!

WM