Hopalong Cassady

The (pretend) Killing Fields

The last thing I anticipated doing this past weekend when my family and I set out to buy a couple of summer outfits for our kids was growling at another child and obsessing over toy guns. A boy, not much older than six, calmly walked over to my three-and-a-half year old daughter, Heidrun, and pointed his toy sawed-off shotgun at her chest. He made a gunshot noise with his mouth and pretended to be knocked back a bit. She only looked up at him when he pointed the gun again, this time at her face. That’s when protective Bear-Dad was awakened.