Any of you monkeys want a banana?

At lunch today, Brian was telling me about the gift he got his oldest son for his tenth birthday. A Red Rider bb gun. He said he probably shouldn't have gotten it...you know...'Kid, you'll shoot your eye out'. I was reminded about an incident that happened one Christmas morning about 12 years ago. We had gotten that very same Red Rider bb gun for Neal and Nathan. After the gifts were opened, my wife and I went back to bed (we had gotten very little sleep). It wasn't long before the boys came to tell me 'Something happened to my car'. It seemed they were outside trying out the new 'toy' and somehow, a window in my car had broken while they were outside. The glass didn't just break, it shattered, almost like it exploded. I was picking glass out of the back seat for 6 months after that. They had no idea how it happened of course. 'It must be because it's so cold outside'. It was about 20 below zero. I decided either a bb bounced off the tree they were shooting at(they both stuck with that story, anyway), or they were actually shooting at my car. I guess I'll never know for sure.

Of course, I'm telling Brian this story, and I'm sure he's sitting there running over all the reasons why he should return it before it's too late. But I guess it already is. I'm sure the boys will have fun with it, kill a few birds, break some bottles, etc. Let's just hope they don't shoot an eye or two out.