Today is the third day we've seen the sun for 2013, in the Jolly South of England. Everywhere you look, peeps are hanging duvet covers out to dry. Later I'll take Sam and Max up to Ashley Heath, where Chas and his friends are having fun in the woods. I should be specific: They are playing Airsoft, which involves buying loads of expensive toy gun stuff and shooting at one another. The bullets are plastic pellets and they HURT! Not that I have ever felt it myself because IF YOU SHOOT YOUR MOTHER WITH AN AIRSOFT GUN YOU ARE DOOOOMED.
I used to be one of those hippie-granola mums who would not buy my kids toy guns. I encouraged the boys to play gentle, peaceful games and go on nature loving hikes. We had long discussions about resolving conflict in non-violent ways. That didn't stop friends and family from buying them toy guns for Christmas of course, which the boys absolutely loved, but on the whole my sons had less guns than the average little boy. They also didn't have a TV and never saw violent films until they were old enough to go off and visit friends who had one. They have all grown up to love guns, shoot-em-up video games and dressing up in camouflage to snipe at each other. One or more of them may even make a career of this, which scares me.
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