I guess I selectively left out a very important part of a little boy's life, and today I'm freaking out about it.
On our way home from school yesterday Christian described what he did at school. This was his response, WORD FOR WORD:
"Russell and I played guns on the playground. We went SHOOT SHOOT and I pointed and shot him with my gun."
Um, don't get me wrong, it's not like I expect him to NOT play war or guns, or whatever they were doing. He IS a boy and it IS engrained in his brain. He already has started making the sticks at the park swords, so I knew it was only a matter of time before the developed in guns. But at 3? Doesn't it start a little later? I figured it wouldn't start until at least 4. Can't he be my sweet little boy who sleeps with a stuffed Tigger and laughs at Sesame Street still? Why is he growing up SO fast?
I chatted with him, told him that he shouldn't play guns on the playground, and that we never, EVER pretend to shoot someone. He then told me "Ok, but what if they shoot me first. Then I can shoot them, right?"
I think I'm going to lay down my arms and surrender to this battle. I don't think I am going to be able to win.