Took Sweet Daughter in for her annual check-up this morning, and they started in with the questions …
"How much milk does she drink? Whole? Skim?"
"How much time in front of the TV or computer each day?"
"Are there any guns in the house?"
And there was the dilemma. How to answer? Do I tell her it’s none of their damn business? Do I lie? Instead, the professionally dressed (yes! A skirt and heels! On FRIDAY, none-the-less), middle-aged mom shot back with “Of COURSE there are guns in the house! How else am I going to keep her safe?”
There was a pause. And then through gritted teeth: “Are they locked up?”
And then I asked SD to recite the 4 Rules.
“See?” I said. “Firearms are like any other tool in the house. Kids need to be taught to respect them, and how to use them with adult supervision, just like knives in the kitchen, or tools in the garage.”
When we got back to the car, SD said “I wanted to tell her all about my Cricket and my pellet pistol, but I didn’t think that would be a good idea.” Smart girl.
And while I don’t think I have a convert, I don’t think CPS is going to get called, either.