So I've never really been a gun person. Didn't grow up around them, didn't know anyone that had one, didn't ever care to learn anything about them. Then I met Bobby, who did grow up around them, has a family that has several, and knows a lot about them. I went shooting for my first time on his dad's farm before we got married and hated it! It hurt my ears, my shoulder, and I was terrible. Since then I have been explained the many reasons why owning a gun is a good thing, and have come around to the idea. Bobby bought his first gun, a SIG SAUER P225, a couple years ago and I've wanted one for myself ever since-especially when I found out they really do make pink ones!! But I would be lying if I said I wasn't slightly disturbed to walk out of the bedroom and see Tyler helping Bobby clean his gun. I know it's totally harmless and the whole time that they were cleaning it Bobby was teaching Tyler gun safety things, but I guess it's just weird for me since I didn't see my first real gun in person till I was in College! But Tyler really loved that he was getting to help his daddy and was very attentive to everything Bobby was telling him and was asking a lot of questions about how to hold it and what to push, and he was really interested in "how to be safe!"


He'll probably think this picture is really cool someday, but I don't like it.


Bobby wants to take him out shooting with him, but I think I'm going to have to put my foot down on that one-maybe in several years...maybe.