Max has become such a great shooter (I can't believe those words just came out of my head). Never in one million years did I think my 7 year old child would be shooting a BB gun. In fact, he was only 6 when Santa brought it to him. I was very much against Santa and his decision to bring such a thing into our home, but I was overruled. Between my husband and my mother (yes, I said my mother), Max has learned to shoot with pretty good accuracy. Great, actually.
Here is the target. A thin piece of orange tape.
Not too shabby.
Apparently shooting a BB gun is hard work.
I am starting to feel sorry for all the animals out there. Thank goodness I adopted one of my friend's motto. "You have to eat what you shoot."
I am a mother to three loving (and fiesty) children. My husband makes me laugh every day. I believe that shopping is therapy. I love coffee and all things salty. I dream of sleeping late and winning the lottery (even though I don't play).