Too much talk radio?

I despise guns.

My children are not allowed to play with toys guns. No way!

Today, Trenton had taken his Mega-blocks and was pretending to shoot with them like they were guns. I asked him to knock it off. He knows he's not supposed to do that. In fact, the blocks were still in the same shapes they were last week when he was making robots with them. As I'm sitting here writing this, I'm still trying to figure out where he saw guns on TV.

Before I knew it, he was asking Baby Kat which gun she wanted. There were four robots, I mean guns, lined up.

I said, "NO way! You guys are not playing with guns or anything that resembles a gun. Why don't you play robots instead."

"Why?" he asked.

"Guns are bad. They can hurt you and other people. I don't want you to pretend like you're hurting people."

A couple minutes later he was pretending to shoot fire in my face with his gun.

I went to grab it out of his hand when he pulled it out of my reach.

"Mommy!" he said very sternly. He had a concerned look on his face. "Do you know what kind of gun this is?"

Through my gritted teeth, I said, "What kind of gun is it, Trent?" I was thinking he better say it shot out kisses or flowers or even butterflies.

"It's a United Tates Uhmerica Gun. It's a good gun, Mommy. It's a good gun."

I looked at him in surprise. What did he just say? I ran it through my head again and shook it off.

"There are no good guns Trent." I ripped it out of his hands and put it and the other three guns up on a high shelf. He wasn't going to get to play with them until tomorrow.

I guess we've been listening to way too much political talk radio in the car. "United Tates Uhmerica"? That has to be where it was from. I still don't know where the gun part came from.