I'm living in a war zone. Even though John is able to turn just about anything into a Weapon of Mass Destruction (i.e, a piece of toast, a pencil, pack of wipes, juice box straw -- you get the picture), Mike has decided that it is okay to acquire some "real" guns for John that actually shoot things out of them. Even though he knows he is not supposed to shoot people or animals, at least once a day Charlie and I become a target and the guns go up in my closet for the rest of the day. I have toyed with the idea of sneaking them into the outdoor garbage can or throwing them in the bushes, graveyard to most of John's toys, but I know that they would soon be replaced by John's father -- AKA, Mike, my husband. They've developed quite a cache, and it doesn't seem to matter what my opinion is about it.
Amy
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I am laughing so hard at these pictures. You have a way of writing that makes a clear picture in my brain of what is happening. John is so funny. Amy I will trade you my high heel wearing dancing, baby obssessed, screamer for John. How does that sound?????? Thanks for the laugh- Julia
They grow up so fast. I can't believe it's already time to have that little talk...you know, the one about the deer and the elk.
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