Today I was driving my 8 year old to the doctor when Rodney Atkins' "Cleaning this gun" came on. If you're not familiar with the song, click on through. I'll wait.
Near the end of the song, this took place.
Her: Daddy,when I turn 15 are you going to buy a gun?
Me: I think I should buy one now.
Her: Mommy has a gun.
Me: No she doesn't.
Her: Yes she does.
Me: No, she borrowed that from Auntie. She gave it back.
Her: Oh. Well, I guess you could just kick him in the nuts.
Yeah, we nearly wrecked. When I told my wife, she lost the ability to breathe. We've also had to have quite a conversation.
Update: I think I'll need some steel toed boots.