Our road weary bodies pulled into Salt Lake City exhausted from thousands of miles in the car. We were welcomed heartily at Uncle Bobby Baby
and Teri’s house with rib feast and a 2400 sq. ft. basement all to
ourselves. It was awesome. We spent 7 days avoiding the car except for
quick trips for groceries and Sunday mass.
It was just what we needed to recover and relax before the next round of
travel.
One highlight of our stay was our gun safety class with
Uncle Bob. I requested this lesson after
nine-year-old SoJo asked me several months ago - completely seriously – “Are
guns real?”
I freaked out and realized that
I had totally FAILED in the gun safety department, and that is exactly how kids
die. Nine-year-olds that don’t know guns are
real, see one at a friend’s house, pick it up, and BLAM – you know
the rest. I had a frantic mom moment, gave
her a quick and serious lecture on guns, then made a mental note to ask my pistol-toting
brother to take over. The kids were soberly impressed and even got to practice shooting the bb gun – which they all loved too
much – just like their mom. We were
fighting over whose turn it was until every bb was spent, including the ones we
found and reused off the ground.
Whew! Gun safety lesson complete. Check.
Dogged that bullet.
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| Gun Safety Class with Uncle Bobby Baby |
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| Bob and Teri |
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| Enjoying time in the lovely garden. |
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| Our view as we enjoyed every meal on the deck. |
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