I've really tried to stave this thing off. When he was born, I made a committment to no guns, knives, swords, etc. And I've done pretty well with that until lately. But during swimming with a friend, he became very familiar with (and possessive of) some water...guns.
When we came home, I hid the ones that he brought home with him. But when we went camping, he discovered some more....
And then I saw this.....
Guess his conversation with the donkey went something like this...."Eat up--or else!"
So maybe I've lost the battle. But I can still win the war, right?
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OH YES... the battle with/against weapons. I remember it well. It starts early and never goes away. I believe some things are hardwired. I hold strong against imitation "real" guns, but no longer hide the water guns. That picture is great!
My husband keeps telling me that I'm in for a whole new world if this new baby is a boy. After reading this, I wonder if he's right.......
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