Bret was cleaning the BB gun, which wasn't working due to the fact that Sebastian had dropped it and mud had jammed things up. Dominic, 2 1/2, was watching.
"Dat gun, Papa? Dat gun shoot bullets?"
"No, Dom, it's a BB gun; it shoots BBs."
"Dat gun shoot me? I baby..."
Parents' subdued laughter.
"No, hon, it's a BB gun, not a baby gun.
Good Lord, I can't even imagine what passed through that dear little head in that moment...