When I was pregnant with Evan, I had many beliefs, theories, and rules for when I was finally a mother. One of the those rules was that my children would be four before they even saw a weapon like squirt gun or a plastic sword. I’ll pause for you to recollect yourself. Pause. Ok. It wasn’t that funny. I’ll give you another moment to recollect yourself. Was that a tear?
Evan turns for in a couple months, and Sean turns two in a few days. As I was helping them pick up the toys, I decided to take stalk of our little arsenal.
5 hand-held squirt guns
1 squirt gun rifle they don’t know about yet
4 light sabers
1 wooden dagger
1 wooden shield
1 wooden sword
2 Master Monkey fighting sticks (probably not my smartest purchase)
1 foam sword
2 plastic daggers
4 plastic daggers meant for an adult Halloween costume, which are the perfect sword size for a two year old
1 bow with no arrows as they were broken and then confiscated
This does not include the kitchen utensils that can be made into weapons, like the wooden spoon I took away yesterday, or the balls, cars, action figures that can also be used as creative weapons. We are completely armed for an imaginary bad guy attack or to give me laryngitis. Now my brother wants to give Evan cap guns.
After reading Ink’s and Insider53′s comments, I would like to assure you that our arsenal expands and shrinks every day as they bring home sticks for sword fighting, use pens for swordfighting, use chopsticks for swordfighting, straws for swordfighting and make guns out of legos, cars, cheese, bread, pretzel sticks, pens, and various other toys in the vague shape of a gun.