Exhibit A:
The Conqueror has encyclopedic knowledge of all the weapons used during World War II, including artillery on all military aircraft since the inception of military aircraft. I have seen him tested by people and he can just spit the stuff back. Crazy. He's also taken a hunter safety course, practiced shooting (with parental supervision of course) and is eager for his first hunt whenever it may be.
Exhibit B:
Biki cannot wait to go hunting with her Daddy. She goes past woods and says things like, "I can't wait to go hunting there. I bet there are some big fat deer in there!" Did I mention she is a total carnivore? Once at about two her dad was cleaning some doves he had shot (yes, people kill the bird of peace) and she was entranced. I was pregnant at the time and literally had to leave the premises due to the gore involved (I have a very weak stomach for meat while pregnant) but Biki just kept watching her dad rip out the meat and remarked, "MMMMMMMMMMMMMM....YUMMY!"
Exhibit C:
Beanie packing heat at the soccer game at age three. (It is a toy cap gun just so nobody calls CPS.)
Exhibit D:
Yesterday I was nursing the baby down for a nap while Momo was supposed to be taking a nap. I kept hearing her whimpering so I asked what was the matter. The following ensued:
Me: What's the matter Momo?
Momo (in a whiny voice): I am so sad I can't have a gun.
Me: A what?
Momo: A gun.
Me: You want a GUN?
Momo: Yes, a He.llo Kit.ty one for my birthday but you won't get it for me. (Dang straight kid.)
Me: What do you want a gun for?
Momo: So I can go hunting with my daddy and shoot deer.
