guns

Every day I notice that my living room is shrouded with weaponry.  I am starting to think that we are unconsciously training our own little militia.  However boys will be boys and will turn anything into a weapon.  This morning Peter got a hold of my curling iron brandishing it about the house shouting "check out my new hot dog gun."  then proceeded to make shooting sounds as he ran through the house.  Kids are so funny.

Ah boys my life would be so boring without them.