Month: May 2011

  • Mommy, Get Your Gun

    It was bound to be bad. The gun in the trunk. The toy gun I mean. That Star Wars-branded, two-foot-long bastard of a “blaster.” Unopened, it remained in its disintegrating Target bag since Christmas.┬áIt was a moral issue, a parenting issue, a marital issue…and just a hunk of molded plastic. But by leaving it there,…