Did you know that scrapbooking paper can be made into a dagger? Ah...yes, at our house it can. To say having boys has opened my eyes is a serious understatement. I think it all began one day when the kitchen utensil drawer became an armory. The meat fork became a sword, the large spoons became brother butt wackers, and the rubber lid openers became fast moving frisbees aimed at heads. That is just to name a few. One has to wonder whether nature or nurture is at play here. After many years of observing all of this I vote NATURE. Hands down.
A good friend who has a son and a daughter once told me this story about what her kids did during a church service. They each took a friendship register, or the book where you sign in at church. Her daughter turned the paper over to the blank side and started drawing flowers and other fun pictures while her son took the pencil out, laid it in the binding with about an inch sticking out, closed it and started rotating it around while aiming at things making machine gun noises.
I remember asking my sister in law if she was sure when she suggested I get Gator Golf for my 3 year old nephew last Christmas. One of my sons received it one year for his birthday and after using it the intended way a few times, the golf clubs became billy clubs and some injuries resulted. Needless to say, the golf clubs quickly made their way into the trash and the gator head, which is supposed to "eat" the balls is now used by my 3 year old as a garage for his Hot Wheels. Another game we learned about the hard way was called Giraffalaff Limbo. After limboing for a while, my kids discovered the pads could be removed from the plastic rods and used as swords, bats or other dangerous weapons. At the time I write this, that game is still having a "time out" in the storage room in the basement.
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