Still working on those book reviews, etc. etc. But I wanted to pause for a brief intermission to share a scene from this evening:
Me: Come on, we are going for a ride.
Kids: Where?
Me: Just for a ride, come on.
At this point I’m in my bedroom, gathering a few things including my double barrelled 12 gauge shotgun (never mind why, its not important).
Girl: Is that a real gun?
Boy: Where are we going? Are you going to shoot a moose, Mommy?
Me: No I’m not going to shoot a moose, just come on, we need to go, do you all have your shoes on?
Kids: Yeah! What are you going to kill?
Me: I’m not going to kill anything! Let’s go!
Demolition Toddler has a small golf club in his hand–a real one, not a plastic one and is heading for the door.
Boy: B has a golf club and J and I have our lightsabers. We all have weapons! Let’s go! I want to see you shoot a moose!
Me: I’m not going to shoot a moose. I’m not going to shoot anything.
Boy: Then why are you taking that gun?
Me: Um… It just needs to go for a little ride.
No need to put together any elaborate ceremony. You all can just ship me my redneck mother of the year award via UPS. They know where we live.
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Sounds like a good crusade to me! I love it when they want an answer and I just won’t give it to them…
You know you have to finish the story now!
But where were you going? And why were you taking a gun?
I was going to say something about how y’all do it down in OK. Then I realized *WE* don’t know either…
You got the nasty neighbor, didn’t you?! Didn’t you?!
Heheheheheh.
I like the fact that you were all protecting yourselves with different toys and a gun. A big gun. A scary gun…did you drive to NY or something? hehehehehehe
awwwww, you have to finish the story!