Monty by Jim Meddick for May 01, 2012

well, they did tell him not to beat his sister

Did someone say “guns”? I’ve got everything from flintlocks to semi-autos.

Perny needs a gun as it would be quicker than the hand blender.

can i lick the batter?

If they don’t put some brakes on that baby psychopath, they might wake up one day a blended family….

Suzanne, in case you stop by…. one last try to tell you I told you all about “pink squirrels” on Sunday.

“Hand blender”? In my youthful days, when Mom, or I working in the kitchen with her, actually used such a thing regularly, it was never called anything other than “egg-beater,” regardless of what it was being used to mix/blend/froth, etc.Kids will be kids, despite helicopter parents, and can readily enough (if not always articulately) distinguish between play and make-believe on the one hand and reality or ’for real" on the other. Toy guns and “cops and robbers” or “soldiers” or “cowboys and indians” as play-tropes (particularly but not exclusively for little boys) are not harmful, if the child is sane to begin with….

I sometimes marvel that todays generation that are attempting to ban toy guns are the same people that used to have so much fun as kids playing cops and robbers/cowboys and indians or “War”.

My lovely former spouse had a thing about toy guns and decided that they were taboo when our son was born. Funny how when he got to the age to start playing that way, a stick was a more than suitable substitute for his games. Seems like we ban things rather than take responsibility for educating and socializing our kids and accepting responsibility for being parents…

This happened to me. I was at my cousin’s house, and in the middle of telling a story, was informed that we weren’t allowed to mention guns because that was the policy at my cousin’s daugther’s school. Due to fear of violence, they’d omitted any mention of firearms, and asked that parents continued the policy in the home. I couldn’t believe that my cousin and her husband conceded to such silliness, but, it was their home, so I followed their rules. Several years later, cuz and her family moved back to Montana, and now go on annual hunting trips at Thanksgiving. The daughter whose school didn’t allow mention of guns killed her first deer at 12 or 13.

That used to be called an egg-beater.

Susan, the drink sounds disgusting. lol Thanks for taking the time to write it out. I’ll continue to take my amaretto straight.

Wow, these parents should chill a bit…quick story; one time at band camp…no, not that one…when kids were little, went to petting zoo, 2 bunnies started looking for love so to speak, we distracted the kids and moved them on, snickering…my Aunt (former hippie like) who was with us asked us later why we let them play shoot-em up vid games and watch violent movies, but keep them from seeing and learning about one of life’s natural and ‘not so bad’ moments…good wake up call, Auntie!

Oh, these kids will turn out right…Not !

From what I’ve read, no “g-word” households tend to have boys in them that find creative ways to imagine a gun for their play. A sheet of paper folded into a triangular “football” makes an excellent handgrip for a gun whose barrel is a standard ball point pen.

The Ramones never used the “F-word” in any of their songs, that I know of …. is it OK for the kids to listen?

Yeah, that kid’s gonna be in a clock tower with a 7mm.

I know a lot of parents who didn’t like their kids playing with guns. I was like that, but let our boys play with space guns.

It’s almond liqueur. To my mind the best brand is di Saronno, which comes from Italy. Dang, now I want some. lol