Guns, Boys, and Steel: Should We Put Pretend Weapons in Our Children's Hands?
By the time my second born was 4-years-old he had built an arsenal in the toy room that Rambo would be proud of. Everything, he proved, could be a gun: candy canes, markers, his little sister's diapers, a piece of toast with the bites in all the right places. If he had known about the NRA, he probably would have joined.