Gav grows up a little

The pictures this week are a little Annah heavy, so I thought I'd focus on some Gavin quotes this week.  However, I also thought I'd relay an Adventures in Parenting story about him first, since Ry and I found ourselves struggling with a hard parental decision.  Gavin has been going to preschool/daycare, where he has a friend Tommy, who we otherwise really like, but he has a big brother, and I think that's where they have gotten it, but Gavin and Tommy have (against the rules) been playing "guns" with blocks and other toys. We have talked to him about this, that this is not allowed, but it bothers both of us that he is learning this from another kid.  I am very much anti-gun, in any form.  Anything that is designed to kill with the pull of a trigger is something that I find morally reprehensible. But, with the inevitability of Gav learning it somewhere, especially in rural Maine where they are very much ingrained in the culture, I would prefer it be from Ryan.  So yesterday, our neighbors with 3 boys invited Ry and Gav over to play with their new airsoft guns, which are somewhat less dangerous than bee bee guns, Ryan took him.  He used the opportunity to teach him about the "rules", and to try to instill a healthy fear and respect.  I think it helped, but it was a difficult parenting decision.  Any input from readers would be welcomed.

Anyway, here are the Gavin quotes of the week:

(While driving in the minivan): "Mommy, we need a new Swagger Wagon.  This one is no good.  It doesn't go fast enough.  And it doesn't have the number 3 on it."

(Upon drinking hot chocolate after coming in from playing in the snow): "This hot chocolate is beautiful!" He's a sensitive boy.

(After hearing us talk in the morning about Upper St, which was icey): "Don't go on Upper Street.  Go on Downer Street." (not a real street.)

(Ryan, mumbling after doing a couple mindless things in a row): "I can't get my S together." (Gavin, overhearing): "Daddy, you have your S together.". Oops.  I guess he heard.