May 16, 2011
Evan asked for a gun.
What the hell?
We were driving home from my parents’ house, and Evan was investigating Sean’s new squirt gun from The Friendly Giant, aka the favorite uncle, for Sean’s birthday.
Evan: Mommy, I think you can give me a gun.
Me: Um, ok.
Evan: I want a gun. A real one. Because they’re easy to use. You just put in the bullets and pull the trigger. Can you get me one for my birthday?
What are they teaching you in that school? First you want a cell phone, and now you want a gun.
Um, hell no.