Sacrilegious, I Think

Our "No Toy Gun" policy is manifesting itself in strange ways.

The Boy's favouite part of our Christmas Nativity scene are the angels. At first he played with the whole set, but eventually only the angels were getting any playtime. This in itself isn't so bad until, "Dad. You be the bad guy, I'll be Bat-Man."

Always up for a game of Bad Guy/Superhero I happliy obliged. Then he starting shooting me.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm shooting lasers at you Dad."

"Yeah, but with what? Do you know what you're holding?"

"Uh-huh. It's my Gun Angel."

Laser beam firing Gun Angels. Awesome! There's more to this religion thing than I thought.