You can tell it's Mattel

I did have toy guns myself as a child, but I didn't get them from my parents. Uncles and aunts gave them as birthday presents. My dad hated toy weapons, because of what they represented and when I had hit my brother on the head with a plastic riffle he took the opportunity to throw them all in the water, with the words: guns don't belong in kids hands, not in anyone's hand. Nowadays I'm very proud of him because of that, but of course his action was less appreciated by me at that time.



If you like this, don't forget to watch this one as well.

Audio: Paternal Flatulence and Child Development

An audio story of Dad's (Lex09) digestive tract antics over at GlyphJockey. Deftly and cleverly produced by my genius lad (Lex11), possibly award winning. Full of cusses. He promises me he will do the rest of the audio in a couple of installments. Even juicier stuff. Make him do it.



....all last names have been "backwardized" to maintain anonymity.
Also, in case you're bad with math, that's me telling the story.