I might have once or twice hinted at the HUGE weapon stockade at my house. Rarely do we see a gun of any sort, but we have a enough swords to arm our own 15th century squadron. We have a few shields and daggers, as well as one bow and one battle axe. Thank God, we don’t own any maces or morning stars, but I fear one day we will.
My sons often arm themselves before they go into public. What is a pirate without a sword? What is a knight without his sword? What is a Jedi without a lightsaber? And if one boy must have one, the both must have one. I keep an eye on where they take them because I won’t let the boys go armed in stores, restaurants, and sometimes parks. At school, the weapon must be relinquished before Tornado E goes into the class room. But that boy is sneaky.
The other day as Tornado E rushed passed me to rush passed his teacher.
Me: (Using The Voice) Tornado E! Give me the axe! Bring me the axe!
Tornado E spun on his heel and stalked back to me with his head bowed. His teacher pondered the scene. His other teacher popped out her head out the doorway.
Teacher #2: Did she just say “axe?”
Tornado E handed me the battle axe, and I gave him a hug, shifting Tornado A’s weight around.
Teacher #1: She did. We don’t hear “axe” very often. Sword or gun, yes. Axe, no.
Me: (Tornado A on my left hip, axe in my right hand) That’s funny. I say it everyday.