
Cap Gun Safety
Brent was so happy with his shiny new cap gun that he could barely put it down to take his bath. “ Come on,” his mom chided, “it’s bedtime. You can play with your gun tomorrow.” Reluctantly he obeyed but as soon as the bath was over, he raced into his room to admire the prized possession. There is was, sleek and smooth. . .and what quick action. He cocked back the hammer and released the trigger – wham! The vice like pincers had clamped down on his little unit. Screaming in agony, Brent ran for help; all the while the gun dangling down was clapping crazily from one leg to the other. Alarmed, his mother ran out to see what was wrong. Quickly assessing the situation she yelled, “Charles, get the Vaseline!”
5 comments:
That is so funny! I can totally see Grandma M going for the vaseline-that is what kept her skin nice and smooth. Thanks for sharing a story I never knew about.
WHAT!!! That is the funnest story! I can just picture it. Hope everything is okay. HUH! Pretty Damn funny!
love it!
M - Duh! Dad DID have 4 children ... apparantly everything was all right. Silly.
Very funny story. Boys and their units ... :)
You're a hoot, Dad.
That is hilarious. Thanks for the laugh.
Had to come read this again. So funny. Dad, you've always been quite entertaining, haven't you? Millerism after Millerism after Millerism ...
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