*this* is what my Kid came home with yesterday afternoon.
My two year old son comes home from having spent the weekend at his father’s family’s house with a shotgun. A toy shotgun, but a shotgun nonetheless. I honestly nearly fell over from laughing so hard yesterday. I think that’s why I’m in agony today with my face – laughing so hard.
I mean seriously. How does this not just so fucking ‘My Name is Earl’-esque?
Yup, that’s my Kid. My two year old little boy who likes to clonk around in his mommy’s shoes and wear my pink skull headband. There’s that same Kid sitting on the rug watching Teletubbies with a rifle across his knees. Am I the only one who finds this bizarre?
In what world is this an appropriate purchase for a two year old?
And how the fuck do I take this away from him without it being the end of the world?
Last time I tried: “no mommy, don’t take my big gun. I love my big gun, mommy.”