Look at what my oldest made at Little Gym Camp this morning. It is two sided and stapled together with craft sticks in the middle - wouldn't want a flimsy gun when you're pretending to kill people, now would you? Shocking, isn't it?
My sister and I weren't allowed to have toy guns, not that we ever really wanted them. It was really drilled into us that pretending to kill someone is not okay as a form of play. As an adult I still believe that. As a teacher, my students were not allowed to build guns out of manipulatives, this was a building wide policy. My point in telling you this background is to illustrate where I was coming from when I picked my smiling 5 year old up from camp with a rainbow gun in her hand.
I let her keep it in the car ride home, figuring I'd talk to her about it when we arrived. That was until she started pointing it at Audrey. Seriously. Gun gone. Conversation had.
What do you think? What would you have done?