As some of you may know, my dear husband if very proud of his membership in a certain 2nd amendment supporting organization. This interest in hunting and the right to bear arms has, not surprisingly, taken root in our children.
The Conqueror has encyclopedic knowledge of all the weapons used during World War II, including artillery on all military aircraft since the inception of military aircraft. I have seen him tested by people and he can just spit the stuff back. Crazy. He's also taken a hunter safety course, practiced shooting (with parental supervision of course) and is eager for his first hunt whenever it may be.
Biki cannot wait to go hunting with her Daddy. She goes past woods and says things like, "I can't wait to go hunting there. I bet there are some big fat deer in there!" Did I mention she is a total carnivore? Once at about two her dad was cleaning some doves he had shot (yes, people kill the bird of peace) and she was entranced. I was pregnant at the time and literally had to leave the premises due to the gore involved (I have a very weak stomach for meat while pregnant) but Biki just kept watching her dad rip out the meat and remarked, "MMMMMMMMMMMMMM....YUMMY!"
Beanie packing heat at the soccer game at age three. (It is a toy cap gun just so nobody calls CPS.)
Yesterday I was nursing the baby down for a nap while Momo was supposed to be taking a nap. I kept hearing her whimpering so I asked what was the matter. The following ensued:
Me: What's the matter Momo?
Momo (in a whiny voice): I am so sad I can't have a gun.
Me: A what?
Momo: A gun.
Me: You want a GUN?
Momo: Yes, a He.llo Kit.ty one for my birthday but you won't get it for me. (Dang straight kid.)
Me: What do you want a gun for?
Momo: So I can go hunting with my daddy and shoot deer.