A couple of years ago I wrote a post entitled Clueless. I talked about how Andrew didn't know anything about guns, and how he found lots of creative uses for them at a friend's home. He pretended they were a hair dryer, gas pump, and broom.
Fast forward 2 and a half years and 2 kids later. I walk in the living room this morning to get 23 month old Molly and bring her upstairs to get ready for church. She is wearing her new pink princess pajamas. In her little fist she was grasping a lego clone trooper's hand that was holding a gun. She started to chase her brother as she pointed the centimeter long gun at him. "DIE!" she yelled. "DIE! DIE! DIE!"
Her brothers think she is the coolest little sister ever. I am thinking perhaps she could use a little sister.