tinamarie1
Member
So, difficult child fixed up this bicycle that he found near the dumpster. Awesome! He loves bike riding. He and his friend went on a long bike ride today on the military base we live next to. He comes home, enters through the back door and runs up the stairs and yells, I am going to watch t.v. in my room. ((( red flag #1))) easy child goes up there a few minutes later to tell him I said to do his chores. She comes back and tells me that he jumped up from his desk and slammed the door in her face. (((red flag #2))) I go upstairs and open his door, and here he sits on his bed holding a GRANADE. A REAL freaking granade, with the pin in it. OMG where did you get that?! He tells me he and his friend decided to go to the shooting range on the military base today. WHAAAATTT??? Then he tells me that the granade was in pieces when they found it and he had been putting it together (did a great job by the way..how scary is that) and taped the bottom part together and wahhh laaaa. Then he shows me a halloween bag they filled UP with ammunition like it was freaking trick or treat candy. Filled to the brim. I tell him to get his ID card and we are going to the base police to turn all of this in. *Wait, first take the tape off the granade so they don't tackle me when I walk into the police station with an explosive*
They took the ammunition and granade and gave him a talk about why he should not be anywhere near the shooting range.
Then I went to his friends house and talked to his parents. They already knew and had talked to their son. They didn't see a problem with him keeping his ammunition, but had a problem with them going to the shooting range.
I think I need a xanax after all that. gahhhhh
They took the ammunition and granade and gave him a talk about why he should not be anywhere near the shooting range.
Then I went to his friends house and talked to his parents. They already knew and had talked to their son. They didn't see a problem with him keeping his ammunition, but had a problem with them going to the shooting range.
I think I need a xanax after all that. gahhhhh