Monday, July 6, 2015

A Life of Crime

Before my sister came to visit a couple of weeks ago, she asked if there was anything she could bring the boys. And I said water guns for the beach. I figured I would regret this, but, well, you kind of HAVE to have water guns at a beach, right? We always did as kids. And I knew they would love them.

They did.

Jack is withholding judgment on his for the moment.

They brought the water guns back up to the house yesterday when we were done at the beach, and grabbed them first thing this morning when they went outside. Shortly thereafter, I went out on the front porch and heard Cubby yelling, "No, Charlie! You're wasting ammunition!"* 

Then Cubby came stomping up on the porch and announced in a most disgruntled fashion, "That Charlie. He doesn't know anything about robbing churches and stealing golden jewels."


I think maybe Cubby's moral compass is starting to point a little south.

* I'm sure those of you in the drought-stricken West of the country appreciate his concern about wasting water, though it's not so much an issue here.


tu mere said...

Ah ha. Your young'uns finally have real guns, at least in their minds. No matter that they're water based, it's a great leap in reality based play. Interesting that they would choose a church and not, oh, I don't know, a bank or something of that sort. Guess they don't really ever go to a bank, but Cubby does visit a church with the Mil. They now need to watch shoot um up westerns, so they can know the proper way to brandish their firearms.

Anonymous said...

Glad they are enjoying them so much. As long as they know that shooting Mom is an instant disarming....

Anonymous said...

That Cubby will probably always have very high standards! Mary in MN