Interesting choice of weapon

Nathan found this lying on the coffee table days after we got back from the hospital. The tried and true, blue-blooded boy in him turned it into a gun, was pointing it at us around corners and was shouting, "Pow! Pow! I'll Pow you mama!"
Here, he's starting to realize by our reactions that what he's turned into a weapon this time is a little different than the average toy-turned-into-a-gun.
I'm terribly sorry, son. You're giving me too much "ammo" to avoid writing about all of your antics.

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