Pardon me.

You'll have to pardon my amusement at my children's political incorrectness. The boys found their rubber band guns this morning. Josiah was so proud. He was waving his around and loudly proclaiming, "We're coppers, Mom!"

Within minutes they had set up a "shooting range" in the living room. Don't worry, they're not just shooting at Bob the Builder, they ended up with a large variety of toys.

It makes me smile. Not the "I'm so proud!" smile of a redneck woman who gets a tear in her eye when her baby learns to shoot but the "That is hilarious!" smile of a woman who knows how mortified all her "politically correct" friends would be.