....a battle I can not win. I am not wild about guns. I didn't grow up around them, didn't hunt, didn't feel the need to protect myself with deadly force, etc.. Then, I met Phil, who does like guns (ok, loves them). Our most heated "debate" (we really have never "fought") was over guns. This was something that I have learned to let go of. Phil is very responsible about guns and I trust his judgement plus he doesn't kill animals for the "fun" or the "sport" of a moving target, which is huge for me! Then, I had a little boy. Who grew quickly into a Daddy's boy, a true boy, different from my girls in so many ways! He became obsessed with weaponry of all sorts, the instant he had the mind to do so. I do not pass the day (or the hour) without hearing a continual outpooring of shooting noises, see him carrying around a bow and arrow, a sword, a dagger, a shield, a gun, a lance, a whip, or anything else that could possible ...