Conversations in the Car: Part 2

Wow! It's been a long time since I posted. I guess I've been too busy having adventures with my girls!

Before addressing this particular "car conversation", I will take you back a few months.

We went to Cracker Barrel after church, which had become a weekly date for our family. Of course, after putting our name in, we head back to the toy section to entertain the kids. Emmy had been particularly good that past week, so we decided to reward her with a prize. Brinley is satisfied with chocolate still, but Emmy decided she needed a toy. After some serious deliberation, and I mean serious, she chose an old model cap gun with a white and pink holster.  C'mon! you know the old, cap guns with the little, red circles that smoked when you shot them. They were awesome! Mike and I in our own desire to play with it, decided it would be a good idea. Hmmmm, lapse in judgement to be sure...

After discussing, in great detail, why it's not appropriate to shoot our friends, family, stuff animals, or anything of real value. She's content just aiming at the fence and listening to the sound of the caps. Actually, Mike and I enjoyed it a lot more than she did. I think she just liked wearing it around so she could be a "real cowgirl". After a few hours, the gun made it's way into the abyss of the random toy room, not to be seen or heard from again until this last week.

I am not sure exactly how the gun became the "favorite" toy and couldn't be put down, but I knew that at first opportunity, I needed to hide it again. This brings us to this episode of Conversations in the Car...

From the front seat, this is what I hear:

Brin: "No shoot me, shoot mommy."

(I immediately look in the rearview mirror to evaluate this situation and see Emmy leaning on her chair, casually pointing the gun at her sister.)

Emmy: "NO! I love Mommy!"

Me: "Thanks Emmy! remember it's not nice to shoot ANYBODY."

Emmy: "Yes, Mama"

Brin repeated over and over: "Shoot Mommy, shoot Mommy, shoot Mommy...." and laughing her little head off. I swear she was doing it just because Emmy and I both said no. Thus increasing her desire to make it happen.

Emmy: "NO BRINLEY. I love Mommy and I love Daddy and I love Brudder and I love..." long pause... "you?"

I would've paid good money to have captured that confused look on Emmy's face as she was trying to decide if Brin made the "I love" list.

Me: "Yes, we love our whole family! Throw the gun on the floor." Which she did promptly. I think she was still trying to decide how much she loved her sister. Needless to say, the gun is taking a long hiatus from the toy room.

Yes, a light saber is a better choice. DON'T hit your sister!