Little Tiny Arms… Great Big Guns


So, I talked Hubs into taking Edinor with him out to the gun range the last time he had training.

I was supposed to go, too, but alas, I had the children that day, so it was a no-go. Darn. Husband keeps thinking if I spend more time out there, I won’t flinch like a giant baby when I look at his duty weapon. Ha! Little does he know, the pansy is fierce in this one. (Actually, we’ve been together for sixteen years in a month or so, so I think he’s seen the light. He is the mighty protector. I, uh, am not.)

In any case, I find it amusing that Husband has no qualms about taking a stuffed Tyrannosaur out to the gun range and snapping pictures, but he refused to have her wear bling. Tiny daughter and Husband are ganging up on me, I think. What’s with this lack of bling? And why shouldn’t a stuffed Tyrannosaur be bedecked in jewels? I’d want to be fully blinged if I were a stuffed Tyrannosaur that paraded around in a dress. After all, they have big heads and small arms. They have to compensate for that somehow, right?

Um, yeah.I don’t know where that came from, either.

So, without further ado, a series of pictures I’ll call: Little arms. Big Guns.

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It’s almost as if she’s saying, “Nuuuh, nuuuh. Darn it, I can’t reach!”

(And no, Hubs is not as shameless as I am. I would’ve asked the boys to pose with the dinosaur.)

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6 thoughts on “Little Tiny Arms… Great Big Guns”

  1. I agree with Casey, your husband is a great sport. I don’t know many men who would lug a stuffed Tyrannosaur around with him and take pictures.

    I love the gun on the right in the picture. I use to shoot competition with a 357 magnum and loved it. Take a gun safety class and then you won’t be afraid of your husband’s gun (my bad – duty weapon).

    1. Nice to see you, Janna!

      Actually, it’s sad. I’ve taken three different gun safety classes. Hub taught one of them. I do great with the mechanics. I can take the thing apart and put it together, I can tell you everything about it. And then we put in live rounds. I’m actually a decent shot, but I’m so stressed that it’s not worth it. So I leave the gun stuff to him.

      It’s okay. In case of zombiepocalypse, I have the hubs to take care of my candy-ass. 🙂

  2. I think I’d have about as much luck as Edinor reaching the trigger. And I close my eyes. And I hate the big bang. I suck at guns.

    I have high hopes for Pea. Who knows? Maybe I’ll improve. I touched a hissing cockroach and a slug to show her they weren’t scary. Maybe someday I can fire a gun without flinching?

    It could happen.

    1. The bang is scary. Daughter thinks guns ate awesome. Son only likes them if he can do the sound effects.

      I have to fight to keep my eyes open. It’s very sad that he takes me out as often as he does and I’m still a giant chicken.

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