I just got home from work, son just got home from school, he's in 2 nd grade,,and he wanted to go play at the park. I said ok let's go. We headed to the park, me walking, him on his scooter. Well, we played ball, so on and so forth. After being there for almost an hour, a couple of " questionable " people showed up, my son comes over and hugs me, leaning his head to where my sidearm usually is-- I left without it. He looks up at me and says. --Dad, where's your gun? Lets go, I know you'll protect me, but I feel safer when you have it. All the way home he ripped me a new one for not having it. I feel this is good, I hope, that he feels this way.
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