“Daddy, when I get bigger can I have a gun?”

I glanced over my shoulder, “I don’t know. I guess you can. When you are much older of course.”

Lydia waved her hands. “Yeah. I mean, when I’m bigger like as tall as this whole house. I want to have a handgun and then maybe everyone will be scared of me.”

I blinked.  “Uhh… Okay, yeah… I don’t think you need to be any bigger for people to be scared of you, Sweetie”