The other day Ry came in and asked if him and his friend, Chris, could take his soft air guns out of the trailer and go down the field by our house and shoot at empty pop cans. I, being the not so bright parent, thought that would be fine. The field is just a couple houses away and so I told them to go ahead.
The next thing I know, Ry is walking home with this "look". You know what I mean...a mom always knows when her child has done something wrong because they get this look on their cute little faces. So, I start walking to meet him and I notice that he is sucking on his lower lip with tears in his eyes. He then starts telling me about how Chris's older brother (14) came down with his soft air gun and had convinced them that it would be fun to shoot at each other, like a laser tag game, running and hiding from each other. It didn't take long before Ry got shot in the lip, Chris got shot in the neck, and the older brother walked away without a scratch - surprise, surprise!!
It was one of those moments that my brain told me that a good parent would get mad and yell at him - HE SHOULD KNOW BETTER, SOMEONE COULD HAVE LOST AN EYE! - but, I just started laughing, bad mom...I know, and made him come inside so I could get my camera. You could tell that the pain was enough punishment and hopefully he'll remember that the next time someone wants to play tag with a gun! Now the guns are locked back up safely in our trailer - where they will stay until we go camping when he can use them, with his Dad, to shoot at empty pop cans!
