I’m a mom of three boys. Three boys who love to play and imagine their own little worlds. They can be slaying dragons, firing the cannon, or attacking Darth Vader and I love it (assuming no one is jumping off the play set). I don’t ban squirt guns from my house. My boys have swords and shields. My boys like to shoot their bow and arrow with dad. They have real cap guns from Texas. They attack the enemy pirates with berries, which I later find in my washing machine.
They’re playing. I’m not in fear that playing with a squirt gun is going make them aggressive and crazy adults. They’re playing. It’s our job as a parent to teach them right from wrong and fiction from non-fiction. I don’t think having a water fight in the backyard is going to damage them. Am I a little embarrassed when my son pretends a cubanelle pepper in the grocery store is a gun and he’s trying to shoot down the balloons…yeah a little bit. But he’s cute!
So knights, dragons, pirates, Star Wars, and cowboys…bring it on. It’s time to play.
And at the end of the day they are still sweet, caring, and polite little boys. It’s all about how they’re raised.