Today we had an unfortunate ordeal over guns, again. Personally, I am not a fan of having guns of any sort in my dairy. My son though, loves them and so does every single neighbor boy in our hood. They walk around like a gang, toting some gun they like and making up situations where the guns are necessary.
About a week ago my son shot his sister in the eye with a confetti blaster. She screamed and wailed and while I consoled her I screamed at him for doing such an idiotic thing, having no compassion for his actions and instructed him to throw it away. Only then did he feel remorse. Remorse for losing his gun, nothing for his wounded sister.
The very next day he was playing with a neighbor boy and this boy shot my son in the face. My son literally lost his shit in this kid. He started screaming to the kid to get off his property, to leave his yard immediately. When I finally got to them my son had his gun to this kids face while he intimidated him off our lawn.
Today my son shot another neighbor boy and made this poor boy scream in pain. He tried to get away with it by trying rot make the kid laugh but the damage had been done. I pulled him in and sent him to his room to clean it while I tried to organize my thoughts. During the ordeal I asked him why he did it, He said he didn't know why. I then told him no more guns for the day but realized this was the 3rd time this week I had told him this. I then told him I was throwing away all his guns. That made him cry. He told me I was unfair. Now my blood was boiling inside and I told him what wasn't fair was that I had to protect children from him shooting and hurting them, I left him and returned to my dairy cleaning. Moments later he told me I was selfish. Selfish??!! I asked him why. He told me I was selfish for taking his fun away. I went full psycho. I screamed and as I spoke I noticed the pitch in my voice rising. I told him so sternly that shooting people and hurting them should never be fun. That ended it right there. He cleaned his room perfectly and obeyed the further chore requests I gave him.
I've been mulling it over all afternoon. Going that full tilt crazy takes me a very long time to come down from. I'm seriously not sure where to go from here. I have decided to look into gun classes and gun training for him. These toys have become excuses to act like assholes. Even this evening I had to tell another neighbor boy to put down a gun. His gun was pointed to his sisters head while he held onto both of them like they were his prisoners. I can't justify tossing out all the guns. This leaves my son singled out. I have options, I just need to decide on the most effective choice. Till then, the dairy is in turmoil.
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