Miles: “You know what this is daddy?”
Me: ” No Miles, what is that” (he’s holding two paint stirrers)
Miles: “Its a gun for catching gooses and ducks with fire and steam”
Me: “Buddy, do you think you’re old enough for a gun?”
Miles: “Oh yeah, Im a very big boy. Very tall”
Me: “Okay then i guess you’re big enough to go to bed without nursing then?”
Miles: “Aye Aye”
Sure enough the kid went to bed in a jiffy, without even mentioning nursing. Still… No guns
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Hrrrmmph. If I tried that one on Adriana, she’d suddenly be a little baby who wasn’t allowed to have anything but “mom-milk.” Which is sweet, right? At least that’s what I am trying to tell myself.
She doesn’t know what a gun is yet, although sometimes I hear things like that come up in stories Brian is making up for her (there are a lot of crazy adventure stories tha go in different directions than anything I would make up). An then yesterday Brian was reading her “The Latke That Couldn’t Stop Screaming,” and she looked at the picture of the axe toward the end and asked, “Why is there a picture of a mailbox there?” Funny to me that her mind tried to find the closest thing it could to that picture. And since we live in an apartment complex, I was mostly surprised that she knew what a regular mailbox looked like. (Um…Not that an axe is the same as a gun. That’s just what this made me think of.)
Found out this morning that the “gun” is more like a sword or bow and arrow. It also shoots water. Ruby’s waldorph style doll is the goose. I wouldn’t be surprised at all to hear that it doubles as a mailbox