blam

Tonight I watched a bunch of kids playing guns, and one of them "shot" one of my sons. He not only shot him once, but he shot him a lot.

From behind.

In the head.

Over and over.

I know they were just playing.

I also know my son was oblivious to it. The other kid was standing on a couch behind him, pointing a "gun" at him while he said "blam" - "blam" - "blam" - "blam" - "blam" - over and over again.

He was concentrating as he did it.

Now, I know it was all pretend.

And I also know that I was that kid growing up with my Star Wars guns.

And I also know that I see all kinds of this stuff on TV, too. I grew up watching much worse stuff on TV than my boys do and I never took a gun to school.

But it bothered me... watching it happen.

So I organized a game of "red light, green light" for the kids to play instead.