Luke has discovered the joys of weapons. A few weekends ago we had dinner with some friends and their four boys (who have consequently collected many weapons) and ever since have been shot repeatedly by Luke's miniature Star Wars blasters (or "fires", as Luke calls them) that he got for Christmas.
And we aren't the only ones.
If that weren't enough, they have also invaded our nightly prayers, as Luke will always "bless the weapons and the weapons and the weapons and the weapons..." and on and on until we interrupt with another suggestion.
Boys will be boys, I suppose.
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