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Grandpa Day part 2


Ok, so by now you've gotten over the casino trip for the four year old. Right? On to day 2.

The day starts off with Dad in my face about me poking fun at him. He is not really mad but riled up enough to get the blood flowing. I enjoy it. But the finish is better.

Despite Ian eating Grandpa out of house and home (another growth spurt going on), Dad found some time to share with Ian some of the finer points of things he knows. This weeks lesson: Firearms.

I kid you not, Ian got to hold his first flintlock pistol. How great is that??? Ian was excited about the "Pirate Gun" that was "good for shooting Pirate houses, (insert Ian's devious smile here) and maybe even blow up people". Ian was thrilled. Ian got to check out the balls it shoots and explained to me very well the steps to load it (though he called the gunpowder sand, which is probably safer for us all...).

In truth, my Dad did build this gun from a kit and it is a family favorite, shot last (as far as I know) 4th of July back in the early 80s at a tree (ball is still in tree last time I checked). As you know, we hold pirating in high regard around these parts...

I can only imagine how firearms got on the day's schedule. Maybe it was part of Dad's "things you'll never learn under the Melon's roof" or perhaps, "things that would make milk come out of Mels nose if she knew" (true story) or even, "Photoshop my face, will you?".

I am sure there is no cause for alarm that Ian will get to handle more firearms from this point forward... Right Dad?

I am already looking forward to next Thursdays Blog: Ian learns the finer points of tank driving and safe cracking...

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Anonymous said…
As many of you know I am a firm believer in the Fox news motto Fair & Balanced. If my humble attempts to bring this concept to my grandchildren are an object of blog wit so be it. Here in Ct (where the trees lean left from the wind that blows all thoughts from the right into the Midwest) our kids learn from politically correct teachers (who all just happen to belong to the union), get the news from the Jon Stewart Daily show (now there is fair and balanced) or at least their parents do and are forced to grow up in this "Land of Me" we know of as New England. ( I must admit that this rant is not directed at Jon & Mel because they are doing a great job of raising my grandchildren, after all they are the ones allowing Grandpa days where much of the counter education takes place.)
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