Within 5 minutes of having a toy gun in our house, we have an injury.
I swore that I would never have toy guns for my boys. In fact, I don’t even allow them to talk about “killing” each other while they’re playing. As much as I attempt to control that, I still hear, “I’m going to kill you” when the game gets really intense. I do my best to drill in how what they are saying is NOT OK, yet, it still keeps happening. I think of myself as pretty strict when it comes to what they watch, and what they play. So, I can’t blame it on the fact that they’re learning this from Bubble guppies or something. But, at the same time, I’m left to wonder if it’s not just part of a boy growing up. They learn it from somewhere, even if it’s not my own home. But, please, can’t I at least have gun control in my own home?
The truth is, you can’t control it. The proof is in the fact that I recently bloggedabout how my four year old was pointing his “finger gun” at the audience he was sitting in front of. At church. The kid is resourceful. I’ll give him that.
But, my Mom sent the toy gun in a package today. Innocent enough, right? I saw my four year old’s eyes light up within seconds of hearing the fake, “pop, pop” when I pulled the trigger to see what it would do. Then, he promptly pistol whipped his little brother. OK, I’m exaggerating, but there is a welt below his left eye. The four year old said, “I just put the gun up to his face, and it was an accident”.
I took it away for the rest of the day. And, we’ve had it five minutes.
I’ve had some leniency with water guns, but they are kept outside. Yet, the light saber gets a free pass. And, a toy sword? We have that too. Not logical, I know. But, it makes sense to me. Guns just are not what I want my little innocent boys playing with right now. Sadly, they’ll learn about them soon enough in this scary world we live in.
He has been crying, begging, and pleading for the past 15 minutes since I took it away. It’s like since he KNOWS I don’t like them, it’s what his little heart so desperately desires.
Maybe it will have an accident like this little guy that my Mom also sent. A true wind up cowboy that crawls along the ground on his belly hunting with his gun. Where does she find these things?
Sadly, he lost his head in a tragic accident involving a four year old who wanted to play with a gun so much that he flung himself to the ground crying, and thus, killed a cowboy.
RIP Cowboy. Oh, the irony.
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