or concealed ammo
My son was small. He came home from a play date and emptied his pockets, "Look, Mom!"
Bullets.
I freaked. Called the other mom. "Just bullet casings," she told me. The guns were locked up, she said.
I didn't allow my son to go over there again. The friend could come to our house, I said. But I'd offended the other mom, and the friendship rapidly dissolved.
My son was small. He came home from a play date and emptied his pockets, "Look, Mom!"
Bullets.
I freaked. Called the other mom. "Just bullet casings," she told me. The guns were locked up, she said.
I didn't allow my son to go over there again. The friend could come to our house, I said. But I'd offended the other mom, and the friendship rapidly dissolved.
