My gun and how it looks
me: Let’s hit the road.
Jack: To where??
me: Anywhere. Park? Playground? Movies? What do you want to do?
Jack: I don’t care as long as I can bring my nerf guns. Can you drive the getaway car?
me: Sure, but just don’t go pointing that at any other cars. We don’t want to get in trouble.
Jack: Anyone can see that this is orange and yellow…NOT real!
me: I know, but let’s not push it okay?
So we head out to the movies, The Lorax (pretty good!), and then the nature center (closed) and then the playground behind the nature center (deserted of all kids on this beautiful day). Jack has his old super-soaker gun in hand, minus the big water tank because “it doesn’t look cool if it’s not full of water mom”.
me: Taking your gun on the slide?
Jack: You never know when the AT-ATs or Count Dooku will show up… (he looks around panicked)
me: Let’s take a walk around this path. Go ahead. Bring the gun. (We walk around the quarter-mile mowed path that meanders around the property of the nature center.)
Jack: Okay let’s go back to the base.
Jack: (harsh whisper) Rock Wall!
me: Oh. Gotcha. Well, what a nice day, eh? Warm sun, no litter, not too windy.
Jack: (looking down at his shadow) And the shadow of my gun looks GREAT…
me: Yes, the gun. Marvelous!
Jack: Okay I’ll toss the gun to you if I see any bad guys! (he plays for awhile and then we take a break on the bench)
me: Ahhh, a warm bench, this tiny pine cone and my little boy. Not a bad day.
Jack: Carrot Mark… your “cute” little boy.
me: Don’t edit my moments please.
Jack: Sometimes I just have to.