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Fire. Arm. Safety.
When RZ was little I did what most fathers do. I tried to teach life lessons. At the same time her school, as well as her after school daycare were drilling these little life lessons into her too.
One day After seeing in the news where a kid had gotten shot by another kid when they were playing with a gun they had found. I decided I would try to impress on her the danger of guns.
I explained to her the damage a gun could do and how truly sad her mother and I would be if anything ever happened to her.
After really hyping the point, I decided to present her with a possible scenario that she could face. A scenario where she would have to make a decision as to what she would do in the event one of her friends found their dad's gun and started playing with it.
me: "Ok. Think about this. You're over at Liz'bet's house."
rz: Attentive. Eyes wide.
me: "You and Liz'bet are playing in her parents bedroom."
rz: Focused. Unflinching.
me: "Then Liz'bet wants to show you something. She reaches in to a drawer, and..."
me: "...and pulls out..."
me: "She pulls out a gun! What'dya do? What WILL you do?
And without hesitation she says:
"Stop. Drop. And Roll. Stop. Drop and Roll, dad."
I realized my kid was information overloaded.
11/24/2004 03:20:16 PM
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