Lawrence's Fireball Thrower vs Calvin's Fireball Extinguisher
Guns. I think I need to talk to the kids about guns.
Calvin and Lawrence started watching this YouTube show called Blaze and AJ. It's not the worst kid thing on YouTube - I'm still deciding where I draw my lines on content standards and what battles I want to fight. Blaze and AJ are monster trucks, and also superheroes, and also sometimes educational, but also sometimes they shoot fireballs or lasers for reasons I don't quite get.
Calvin and Lawrence invented some toys (above) to act out the show.
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I grew up in a house without guns. But guns were still part of my kid culture: I played cops and robbers, I watched cowboys and Indians on TV, I had a metal cap gun with a holster, squirt guns, nerf guns, super soakers.
When I was 5, my dad taught me to play Montana Draw - this game he learned from a TV show when he was a kid. We'd crawl on the floor and throw rolled up socks at each other in a simulated gunfight - basically laser tag from before there were lasers. It was a lot of fun.
I grew up in a house without guns, but my family wasn't anti-gun.
As a kid, I knew my dad had been in the Marine Corps long before I was born. I knew he'd been in combat. I knew that meant he'd fired his gun. That it might have saved his life.
When I was about 10, a teacher visiting from Japan wanted to know more about American gun culture. My dad took us to a shooting range, where they loaned us a rifle. I don't know if my dad had ever been to that range before - I'd never heard him talk about shooting - but the holes on his target clustered pretty tightly.
There's this scene in To Kill a Mockingbird when Jem and Scout are shocked to discover their bookish dad Atticus is a crack shot. "Yeah, dads are like that," I thought when I read it.
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As a teen, my church took us to Men's Camp in the summers. A lot of it was old guys telling us young guys not to have sex. And some of it was old guys telling us young guys not to make the same mistakes they had, which was often sex. We also shot a lot of guns.
That's where I learned to respect guns: treat every gun as if it's loaded, never point a gun at something you don't want to kill, trigger discipline, know your target and what's behind it.
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I once took Luana on a date to a gun simulation training class. I did this because I thought it would be like laser tag. And I did this because there was a Groupon.
Gun simulation training class was more like a golf simulator for people who think their concealed carry permit will one day make them heroes in line at a Chipotle.
Luana and I stood side-by-side to defend ourselves with simulated handguns while stepping through an interactive movie. They put an electric shocker on me (which was optional) to make things "feel more realistic if a bad guy got you".
It was very much not like laser tag.
Before any bad guys appeared, I got electrocuted.
What happened was Luana saw some movement on her left, got startled, and unloaded her clip at the movement.
I was on her left. I was the movement. We were standing side-by-side. Our shoulders were literally touching (before she pivoted and filled me with simulation bullet holes). The guy running the simulation thought this was so funny he stopped the whole class so everyone could watch our simulated self-defense performance recording.
I think about this a lot when I think about us not having a gun in the house.
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So that's my experience with guns.
At Target this week, I saw a college kid with a cartful of X-shot Instanity Mad Mega Barrel Blasters. They looked fun. I briefly wished I lived in a frat house full of X-shot Insanity Mad Mega Barrel Blasters. I realized I could buy 4 of them and turn where we live into that frat house, but it didn't seem like the right time.
Are guns toys? Are they tools? Something else?
I don't know when or what I'll to say to Calvin and Lawrence. I'll have to say something eventually.
Hank: The NRA is a Washington DC based organization.
Are you telling me you support Washington DC?
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Dale: That's a thinker...
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