thoughts on daily life within our family of SIX....each child in her own phase of childhood....

Monday, August 10, 2009

So Maybe I've Lost the Battle, But....

My little guy is on the brink of 4 years old. (Really? Let me recount...) And I've never raised a boy before, only girls. My girls loved baby dolls and ponies with long, brushable purple hair, doll houses and the like. But this boy. He likes useful things. Like tools. And, well....weapons.

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?

2 comments:

Amy said...

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!

Life In Progress said...

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.......