We Warned You, Don't Shoot Mum!

Exhibit A, Your Honour, is laid before you. As you can see, the miscreant purchased this weapon with the earnings of his mispent youth. After repeated warnings, Your Honour, the defendant still fired a shot which hit his poor defenseless mother in the head. What say you, Your Honour, Guilty or Not?

We were trying to curb Ethan's habit of inappropriate crying at his soccer training and practice by creating a wall chart, and ticking off each session when he didn't cry. After 4 sessions, we'd promised him that he could get a toy from the toy shop. He only didn't make it on one session, although in the main he was quite improved. This meant that over the weekend he was able to get a toy.

So what did he get? He got the Total X-Stream Air Pistol, which shoots foam darts a distance of about 10 metres. Why couldn't he get another car set? Of course, as soon as it came home, my moralistic ways came out and I told him "Ethan, you can't shoot this at anyone's head, OK." I also read him the warnings on the packet. "Ethan, you have to make sure that Callum doesn't get any of these pieces. They're too small, and they could make him sick." "Yeah, sure Dad." "Ethan, remember what I told you, don't shoot anyone in the head."

He had a few quick plays, before Aidan and I went to Noosa on Sunday. On our return, as we all sat down for dinner, Ethan pulled out his gun. Anth groaned, and told him to put it away. It accidently went off, and guess where the foam dart sailed from one side of the kitchen, to the kitchen table where Anth was seated. Yep, you guessed it, right into her face, glancing her eye. She lost it. I could have called her Angry Mum! (Yes, she does make me proud). She stopped herself before really yelling at Ethan, but as soon as he saw her coming he began screaming "I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry." The gun was yanked away, and now its in quarantine. So Your Honour, Guilty or Not Guilty.... GUILTY!

Ciao for Now, Foam Dart Angry Dad.