What do you do when an 8-year-old you don’t know unloads an entire water pistol on your chest?
If you’re me, you yell at him.
Let me back up a bit. With a heat wave hitting, I skipped out on an afternoon of work to take my boys to one of our local spray parks this week.
We’re against weapons in our house. I’m a city slicker with no need for guns. I get that conflict games are a part of a boy’s growing up, but we’re trying to add some sense of consequence to gun play. So when a stranger’s kid emptied his ammunition on me at the playground, I lost it.