at last

Taylor is now the proud new owner of an airsoft gun. I'm not a with-it enough mom to know all the technical terms and exactly what kind it is, I just know it's a gun. I'm not a huge fan of guns in general (keep in mind I'm from an all girl family) but I'm told this is basically a boy's rite of passage. Taylor has been working for this thing for over a month now. It's literally all he's talked about, all he's researched on the internet and certainly there must have been a dream or two recently. Saturday was THE day. Daddy took Taylor to the store and they got it.


Taylor bought his own protective gear and as soon as he got home they gave it a whirl. Daddy told Taylor that he wouldn't let him go out with his buddy to have an airsoft war until Taylor knew the importance of protective eyewear and what it felt like to actually get hit. Then he went off to 'war' with his buddy.