Charityism

Charity was having fun playing with us on the floor.  We were apparently on a camp-out, using a worn out black umbrella as a tent, with all three of us huddled beneath it.  Charity let us know that it was dark and time to sleep.  After a few minutes she decided it was time to wake up, so she told us that the rooster was doing his cock-a-doodle-doo routine to let us know it was time to get up.  The rest of it went something like this...

"Daddy, it's time to wake up.  Wake up!"

"Charity, I don't want to wake up.  I want to stay asleep because I'm tired."

"Daddy, it's time to wake up.  I hear the rooster and the sun is up.  It's time to get up."

"I don't want to get up.  Can't you make the sun go away?"

"Ummm, no, I can't; I don't have a gun."

I'm not sure if Charity understood why Carlene and I were laughing so hard.  That is probably not a verbatim transcription of the event.  For example, Charity would have been unlikely to use a semicolon, as she tends to prefer full stops.  

I hope that she's very sad about not having a gun, because I would like to rectify that deficiency someday soon.  Yes, I know she's not yet three, but it's never too early, is it?  If she complains to you about how terrible it is to be an unarmed toddler, you should know my secret.  I've got a special something I've had hidden in the garage since last Christmas.  It isn't real (well, it's a real toy), but I think it will be a good tool to teach her some safe gun-handling basics.  I'll have to post a photo of the joyful event on here after Christmas.  She knows that a 12-sided shape is called a dodecahedron, and the hangy-down thing in the back of your throat is called a uvula.  I think she can handle some basic gun safety stuff.

All I have to do now it convince my long-suffering wife

By the way, does anyone know where I can get a toddler-sized shooting sling and jacket?  Apparently you also can't start training for the Olympics early enough, either.