MY SON IS NOT A PACIFIST
Before having a boy, I never knew that the ability to transform everyday objects into guns was actually imprinted on the Y chromosome. But it is. About a year ago my son started shooting things. I was mortified. I am, afterall, a pacifist. A good pacifist, in fact. But, there he was using any and everything as a gun, blaster, pistol, bazooka, light saber, etc. The good news is is that until recently we have never actually ”stooped” to purchasing a gun-like toy and offend our peace-loving sensibilities. He has taken care of that all on his own.
Items that my son has transformed into an imaginary gun:
- Foot-shaped calcualtor
- A slice of cheese – bitten into the shape of a gun
- Clothes hanger
- Broom
- My flip flops (work great as over-the-wrist attack blasters… apparently)
- A pillow
- My $900 camera
- Toilet paper holder
- Vacuum attachments
- Baby bottle
- Socks
- Pens
- Soap dispenser
- His old leg cast
- Foam leters, particulary the “L” and the number “7″
- Sticks in varying shapes and sizes.
- Baby Monitor
- The headrest in the car
- A traffic cone
- A candy cane
- Breast Pump – seriously, this one stopped us all in our tracks.
- The car key remote
- Kleenex box
I keep telling myself that an active imagination is GOOD thing. And… I try to stay out of the line of fire whenever possible.
