Dare I Ask Why?

October 12, 2007 @ 12:47 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up

"Mom, can you buy me a bow and arrow? I need one."

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  1. Becky says:

    My father-in-law made a bow and arrow set for my oldest son, and the youngest has tried making his own.

    The question I had recently (from older son) at the farm supply co-op was, “Mom, may I please have a hatchet?”

    My first thought was “Eek”. My second was that it would probably be educational lol.

    Hope they have fun with the bow and arrow!

  2. Rachel says:

    To play Robin Hood?

  3. Tammy says:

    My son never asked for a bow and arrow set because he figured out that a thick plastic hanger and wooden spoons perform the same function . . .

  4. Lorraine says:

    My older boys were told no so many timnes when they were little. Then we bought a house in Vermont surrounded by woods and lakes and all of a sudden I had three little Huckleberry Finns on my hands. They never asked again because they spent hours and hours making their own! Just recently hubby and number six, Johnny age 11, made one together in Vermont. Horrors of horrors, daddy even got him a pocketknife to help the task along. Daddy and Johnny spent a long time together. “Heaven” was all over Johnny’s face. He listened intently to all the safety intructions as if they were precious secrets of manhood. It was quite obvious they were in their own man world. I peeked now and then from my window and dared to step out to listen now and then …unnoticed! I think it’s all a matter of perpective. When the grils and I were reading the Little House books we baked bread, made mollasses candy, picked blueberries, wore a lot of long skirts, and built fires! When boys and woods and nature are all put together you get adventurous spirits and pioneers and hunters and Indians. And to some degree it’s all just very beautiful.

  5. Jennifer says:

    Dd still wants a bow so badly, she’s carving one out of a mangrove stick this Fall. I don’t think it is a boy only thing at all. I think she just might have been inspired by a few Jane Austen movies and perhaps the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe too.

  6. Michelle says:

    We’re in the bow and arrow stage too - in fact quite a few have been fashioned by Dad just this weekend. Full quiver fascination began with the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, which we recently read. Also overhead from the bathroom today, “quick, shut the door, we don’t want Edmund to get our fire flower cordial!”

  7. Silvia says:

    Both kids have a bow and arrow set that is real–no suction cups on the ends! We have a styrofoam target from a sporting goods store for them to aim at, and have reviewed the safety rules that *all* who participate in the sport follow, not just for kids. We just keep losing the arrows!

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