So yesterday, Boy #2 informed me that he wants to start his own club.
“Cute,” I thought. What kind of a club will it be? Pokemon? Soccer? Maybe stamp collecting?
My mind raced back to my days of innocence, when in
6th 1st grade my best friend and I chartered an imaginary friends club. And then we’d ride our imaginary horses in the empty animal lots behind her house. Ah, those were the days (of nerdiness).
But, nope. Boy #2 wasn’t thinking of any of those kind of clubs. Nope. Not my kid. Know what kind of club my kid wants to start?
A weapons club.
“Where my friends can bring all of their weapons and we can practice fighting each other.”
Oh, yeah. Breathe in the innocence. Can’t you just smell it?