As mentioned in previous posts, my girls are virtual arts and crafts producing machines. Give them an hour and they can cover the kitchen table with dozens of pictures, necklaces and other jewelry cut out from paper. They make paper purses, paper gingerbread men, letters to their friends, letters to Santa, you get the picture. Everything is girlie, everything is pink, purple and sweet.
Yesterday, Ella came up to me and said in a very proud sing-songy voice, "I made something for you."
I looked at what she handed me. It was pink and purple, with a little bit of blue.
"Aww, you made me a key. How cute. Is it a key to your heart?"
My daughter looked at me like I lost my mind.
"NO, MOMMY, it's a GUN!"
"Wha---WHAT?!? Um, why did you make me a gun?"
Ella rolled her eyes and said, "Mommy! So you can shoot it!"
"Ummm, what does it shoot?"
Ella pondered that for a minute. "Ohhhh, fireballs."
"Oh, ok. Would I hurt someone if I shot them with this gun?"
"Welllll. I guess you wouldn't if they ran fast."
And there you have it.
3 comments:
My first reaction was " Jeff what did you and Ella talk about at her birthday dinner"? Jeff had nothing to do with this. I made him swear. At least she has some fashion sense. Match your firearm to your outfit.
Lori
oh my word.
it's funny how drawing a gun when we were kids was just the normal thing, but now when a child draws a gun it takes on a whole new meaning. a much scarier one i think.
but still, at least she doodled it up....no glitter though huh?
if i ever owned a gun (which would happen when hell froze over) i'd want it bedazzled.
Look out for the fireballs!
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