My mom friends and I often talk about how no matter what you do, if you have boys, they are going to fashion play guns out of pretty much anything.
Yesterday, my kid chewed what I thought was a gun out of a graham
cracker, then came over to me and acted like he shot me.
When I said, "Oh!
I got shot!" he said, "No, you didn't. You only got maced. You're
fine, except close your eyes because you can't see for a few minutes."
closed my eyes and then heard, "BAM! Now you're shot."
Ah, raising boys.