|two very happy boys|
Last night, I went to the walking market with a new Thai friend of mine. "N" and her family drove the boys and I down to the market so we could shop together and hang out before they return to Bangkok. They're refugees, of a sort. Their home in Bangkok flooded last month, and the tenants in their second home (here) just finished their lease. They were tired of living in crowded Bangkok, and the flood was just the last straw. Our city flooded, actually, a few months ago...but our neighborhood is far from the main river. They are deciding to move back up north at the end of the school year and we're happy to have new friends. Their son, Putter, was named after his dad's golf habit. I love how Thais choose names. Everything is game.
So, last night, the only thing I had on my "to buy" list were rubber band guns for the boys. I spotted them the night Steph and I ran out of gas, and I have wanted to go back ever since. I must be crazy. Am I just asking for trouble?
|our three dollar treasure - a rubber band gun.|
|you can load several rubber bands at a time. good for trying to shoot a run-away gecko.|
|the seller threw in some army men and rubber bands so the kids could start shootin' as soon as they got home.|
|now you see him...|
|now you don't.|
When Run was born, I was anti-guns. I had loud opinions about it. I am sure that everyone reading this post has their own loud opinions, too. But, after years of not buying them, I am realizing that, for us...they are a fun part of playing that our boys would do with something else anyway; sticks, play-dough, their own fingers...
So, for now, the rule is: no shooting people. They can shoot down toys, blocks, geckos...anything that isn't going to run to Mommy and demand retribution. They are happily obeying and I feel like a cool mom today (score!)...
...at least, until they hit me! I guess I have time for their aim to get better.