You can spare me the emails. I know this is not a “politically correct” toy. Still, you must admit, he does look pretty darn cute wearing that vinyl belt, holster and plastic cap gun. Finally, I can take a shower without fear that I’ll reach for the soap, only to find it missing, again, from the soap tray. Unlike soap, the toy pistols don’t burn his eyes, or melt. I found this treasure at none other than, Wal Mart. Guns, Holsters and Caps — four thousand caps to be exact. With four boys shooting, the 4000 caps lasted a mere two days. (God, don’t you love the smell of a fired cap.)
The biggest squabble was the belt. Two belts for four guns, and who would have guessed the belt would have been the fashion item that carried the day. Rope wouldn’t do, real belts were too wide to slide the holster through, so there was quite a bit of whining and crying in the OK Corral.
Still, when I started the fort back in March, I never dreamed it would serve as real-life headquarters for re-loading ammunition.
Our children’s lack of exposure to the classic John Wayne movies became apparent when I heard them arguing over who the bad guys actually were. The older ones, who had the advantage of watered down American history lessons, were sure it was the cowboys who were the bad guys. The little ones assumed it was definitely the Indians. But they had to be sure, before they could start playing and claiming territory — shooting all the while they were claiming territories.