"So Eliza, if you wear this helmet on your head and put a cup on it and sit behind the blue mat and let me shoot the cup off the helmet with my air soft gun, I will let you help me shoot my air soft gun." (These my not be his exact words but I guessed what was going on as I watched from the kitchen window.) I debated telling him it was crazy and this is not a good idea but I tried to figure out how she could get hurt and although I'm sure there was a way, I couldn't think of one probable enough to interrupt them from staying entertained while I got cleaning done. So I took pictures instead. |
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