I don't know why little boys like guns so much. I never buy guns for the boys, but it doesn't matter. They make their own out of sticks, or tinker toys, or, as one mom told me recently, a piece of toast. So it's not just my boys who like weapons. I guess it has to do with the testosterone bath they get as fetuses.
The boys act aggressively. They kick things, jump off stuff, hit things with sticks (sticks and more sticks, there are many things you can do with sticks). It used to really bother me. It makes me feel better when I talk to other mothers of boys; they are going through the same things. The moms with toddlers are still adjusting. "No sweetie," they tell their sons, "we don't make guns out of legos!" Those with school-age kids know better. "Just try not to poke him in the eye with your light saber" we say. You have to forgive them for being boys.
Sometimes that's easier said than done. My seven year-old brought home this picture he drew in art class. It has everything: planes shooting at each other, two sword-fighting pirates, and an erupting volcano. What could I do except laugh? I showed it to my husband. "Awesome," he said.
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