Wig-wearing shoot-out

We went to Disney the day after our horse-heaven visit and Katherine ended up choosing a Rapunzel wig for her parting gift.  We don't do parting gifts every trip to a theme park/zoo, but this time was a go and much to her mother's dismay she chose the wig.

One stipulation was that she had to wear it walking out of the park.  So she did.  And she got lots of compliments, which is something she tries to avoid, but she took it like a champ and proudly wore it out to the car.

Here she is the next day wearing it in what looks like a shooting match with her brother.

Rapunzel, shooting SpiderMan with a shotgun.  Where else would you find such shenanigans?

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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