My sister still hates me. My dad really wacked me, but I kept the BB gun. Until the day I was home sick and thought it would be entertaining if I went upstairs, cracked open a window, and fired my BB gun at the neighbors door across the street. (The neighbor would open the door-nobody there.) Then, I thought I would bounce a few off the large bay window. Great. I didn't realize a bb leaves a hole in plate glass. A short while later, a police car rolls up. I was a bad boy. No more BB gun.
My son lost his BB gun last year for taking out his bedroom window. And his TV screen. Him and his best friend lost firecracker privileges when they spent about twenty "pops" against the side of the house. Yesterday he was using his father's electric staple gun (without permission) and hit his cousin right below the eye with a ricochet.
I keep telling myself, "It's normal, healthy behavior."
But I still loose my mind when they do such stupid things!!!