Gun Play

A few years ago, I bought some cheap plastic toy revolvers for some reason, you know the kind that is in a cowboy outfit for kids, with a plastic star, plastic ammos and plastic holsters. I had stored them when we moved house and yesterday Wolfie stumbled on them. I explained to him what it was and I think he quite liked them, although he mostly wanted me to handle the plastic guns. His mother was not keen on it, because she thinks even plastic revolvers are associated with violent objects. But I spent my childhood playing cowboys, cops and robbers and war with such toy guns, so I was quite happy that Wolfie showed interest in them. His maternal grandfather seemed quite happy when he saw his grandson playing with the revolvers as well. So gun play seems to be something that transcends generations. And I will say something again: being the father of a boy, it is often living your childhood a second time.