I don't know if my husband is entering a midlife crisis or what, but the Murray Militia had an extremely good Christmas this year.
(Bear in mind that I have read way too much Barbara Kingsolver and vociferously espoused many lofty ideals about not letting my precious children play with toy weapons or even shoot each other with popsicle sticks, so I probably set myself up for this whole thing)(also my full-time work schedule and Ryan's not-full-time work schedule made for dad doing more of the Christmas shopping)
Post-holiday, Alec is armed with a rubber-band gun (which is much larger and more menacing than it sounds), a foam-dart bow, a suction-cup crossbow, and the kind of heavy plastic sword you use to train with in various martial arts.
Ryan is armed with two new rifles and I-cannot-tell-you-how-many sights and grips and tripods and stocks and laser-thingys, not to mention a very large and imposing gun safe.
I guess the silver lining is that he was indeed able to purchase said rifles, which means I did not have to.
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