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Best Christmas Ever, Part 2

Well, all, here's the rest of the Christmas story a little late.

My husband bought Sleepy and Happy guns for Christmas.

He bought Sleepy a Kentucky rifle and Happy a World War I action rifle with a powder horn.

These guns are fake, but they don't look fake.

These are the kind of guns that if they took them outside to play with, we would hear the screeching of tires and screaming from people passing by our house.

They would be yelling, "Oh, my gosh! That kid's got a GUN!"

They both thought the guns were pretty cool, but alas, six-year-old Sleepy has been bitten by the PS2 (Playstation 2) bug.

We got him a couple games to play and now Bashful and Grumpy must share their precious new present (PS2) from Christmas.

They are not exactly happy about that.

To his older brothers, though, it is a right of passage, so they've been quite patient and understanding in showing their little brother the ropes.

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Anonymous said…
Thank you!
January 7, 2009 at 7:27 PM
Gone for now said…
Oh for the good ol' days when boys would run about the neighborhood until sunset, pretending to slaughter each other in relative peace. Killing the bad guy on the TV screen is just not the same as having your best friend in your sites and squeezing the triger with an imagined "BANG." There are no sweeter words than, "Ha, ha, you're dead!" accompanied by a fiendish, boyish laugh. Good times, good times.

Andy
January 9, 2009 at 10:17 PM
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