A neighbor (another one) was cleaning out his garage and came across an old, well loved Red Ryder BB Gun. He decided my boys needed it.
Small Wonder :: Red Ryder
I don't know just how well he thought that through…
One gun, three boys.
And um, three boys that live very near to his windows.
Still, he gave it to them, and of course, they just about exploded out of their very skin with glee over it.
Ryder says it's his because, "Look right here! It says R. Y. D. E. R!"
Now the Mama in me did not initially like the idea of a BB gun, you know, "You'll shoot your eye out" and all… but I gotta tell ya. I am now firmly and irrevocably a fan.
It is pure, unadulterated fun to shoot tin cans (we're going to try water balloons next). I really had no idea!
And I'm going to (ahem) shoot straight with you, I LOVE the look of awe my guys give me when I knock 'em down. "Mama you ROCK!"
Oh yes I do. Turns out mama has killer aim!
So now, on top of the china cabinet where my wedding pattern and fragile girlie knick knacks live, lies a Red Ryder. And I think that pretty well says all there is to say about being mama to 3 boys, don't you think?