Colter went to a birthday party today that was at a laser tag place. There was also an arcade, where the kids played until it was their turn in the "mine." My son (who has never been allowed to play with toy guns) headed immediately for the game with the biggest rifle he could find. He then proceeded down the line of consoles, from one shooting target to another.
I know -- it's parenting rule #17: whatever you forbid, they desire. I'd heard from other parents that this tactic often backfires; I'd just never seen such compelling evidence before.
After laser tag, we headed back to the birthday boy's house for cupcakes and gifts. Just before it was time to go, I saw Colter with a gun in each hand and one tucked into the back of his shirt. Maybe it's a gender thing, but I just don't get it. Where's the fun in guns? Or, as Elvis Costello put it, what's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
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