The South

Where tea is sweet and accents are sweeter; summer starts in April; front porches are wide and words are long; macaroni and cheese is a vegetable; pecan pie is a staple; Y’all is the only proper pronoun; chicken is fried and biscuits come with gravy; everything is darling and someone is always getting their heart blessed. -unknown

Monday, January 17, 2011

A new chapter.

I only had a sister growing up, and the closest thing I had to a brother was my cousin John. I would go to John's house and delight in playing with his toys that were so different than what I was used to.

I say all that to say this. Brooks got a BB gun for Christmas. Gasp!

This is a new chapter in my life. I don't know what to think about this. This is all foreign to me. A gun???
Christmas day was rainy at our house so he didn't get to fire it that day, but about a week ago he went out with Brent for his first lesson. They lined up the empty coke cans and sat down for his first attempt. He missed his first shot, but made pretty much every one after that.
He was so proud and excited to show me the hole in the can! Good job Brooks and be careful, or you might "shoot your eye out kid!" (Everyone that he has told about his gun has replied "Don't shoot your eye out." He keeps saying, "Why does everyone keep telling me that?!")
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2 comments:

tamblair said...

So funny... even though I had brothers, they were so much older than me that I often felt like an only child. David got an air-soft gun this year, and he will come to me and ask me stuff, and I have to reply, "Dude, this is NOT my department!!" It's hard for us girly-girls to raise little boys!!! :)

January 17, 2011 at 8:17 AM
Sylvia said...

Tell Brooks that Pop got a BB gun in Pigeon Forge. Aunt D says you shoot a gun, not fire it. :)

January 17, 2011 at 5:14 PM

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