The other day Husbandrinka, my stepson and I had dinner, while the younger kids were busy watching My Strange Addiction or something. Have you seen that show? I can hardly sit through the commercials of that woman eating Comet.
We dined, Cometlessly, and because you’re supposed to talk to teenagers apparently, we discussed current events. The shooting in Arizona, that kind of stuff. And my stepson mentioned reading that because of the rampage, some people are stocking up on guns out of fear that they will be outlawed.
Naturally I want to be as supportive as possible, while appearing young and hip, so I immediately signed on.
“We must all get guns as soon as possible!” I said.
Husbandrinka is more Old School.
“It’s not a good idea to have guns with children in the house,” he told me.
I chewed on that. “You have a point,” I conceded. “Because kids can really provoke you into a shooting rampage.”
“I meant that the child can find a gun and have an accident,” Husbandrinka looked at me as though I were a moron.
This is why it’s important for families to come together for dinner. Fully armed, preferably.
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