BOYS AND BLOWING STUFF UP

"Look Dad, I have machine guns."



I don't think we are a very violent family. My children don't go hunting with me. We don't buy them movies with particularly violent themes or have them play video games where they shoot stuff often. But rocks turn into hand granades. Today I trimmed the palm trees. They stripped the leaves off of them to get to the stalk and sure enough, they were swords. The dog was the enemy. Socks are good for a battle that would cause anyone with a brain to take cover. I only have boys. I have no idea what girls do. But boys... evidently like to blow stuff up and destroy things. Anything. And if you don't provide them something to destroy, they'll pretend. I evidently live in a war zone.