Last week my husband and I sat for two of my grandsons aged 4 and 6. He went to a local eatery and bought lunch for all of us, naturally the boys had chicken fingers. Guess what they turned those fingers into? Yup, guns. The younger one is obsessed with swords, guns and army figures which makes his super liberal mom absolutely nuts.
You should teach him to use the word "hoplophobe". That should really wind her up.