Including pop-tarts that fail to be chewed or bitten into form of a mountain, but end up looking "like" a gun.
Got the kid in a jam. Had a crummy result. Kicked out of school. Teachers and principal afraid mother's milk will undoubtedly & inevitably lead to heroin abuse. Something must be done.
I know! Let's drug them into passivity, to keep them from acting like little boys. I should know...I raised two wild little indians. Fighting and making noise, always at odds with each other, throwing a ball towards the house, breaking a window even after I told 'em over and over "please don't do that. You'll break a window eventually". It's just not natural, i tell ya'...
I mean, me and my own "little brother" never acted like that when we were little. The neighborhood kids wouldn't bundle up in multiple layers of clothing in the middle of summer chasing each other around shooting Daisy bb guns at each other. Never happened. All 20 or so reported incidents of that behavior. Nope. No fire crackers and bottle rockets either. We DID NOT fashion a mortar tube out a pipe with mud plugging one end, and eventually, after a few rounds of ranging fire, score a hit on a neighborhood dog that had bitten several of us, with a couple requiring more than a few stitches to sew us back up. Nope. That's not the sort of thing normal little boys would experiment with. There were no mini-bikes and homemade go-carts using small 3 to 5 horsepower side-shaft Briggs & Stratton or Tecumseh engines either. No playing football in the street. Those left over, colorful remnants strewn here and there suggesting there may have been some serious water-balloon raids having taken place? Those little things must have blown in from the next town over...
Above all, we were all very quiet. Only played tea party with tiny cups and saucers. Nobody later went to Vietnam. Everybody who did came back alive.
Agreed. We NEVER did any of those things either. Just placid youngsters chewing on a piece of grass and gazing at the sky. LOL!