dirty rotten scoundrel

Apparently, all the boys in Gaius' class were pretend smoking today.  When I went to pick him up after school, Gaius proudly announced, "Look!  I'm smoking!  See?  That's a cigarette!"  Great.

I went with Gaius to Intermarché to buy a toy gun earlier this week.  We used to have a no-gun policy.  Then Gaius started fencing, so now he has swords and stuff.  Plus, we spent all that time in Normandy, so he loves all things soldier-related.  On the weekend, he spent some time at his friend Axel's house and had a blast playing with every weapon imaginable.  When we picked him up, he was all loaded up, ready for war.  Christopher and I talked about changing the policy, and really, it seemed harmless enough.  So anyway, we caved in.  Gaius has this pretty cool cowboy 8-shooter gun now.  He tried to sneak it to school this morning, even though I told him guns aren't allowed at school.  He tells me that they have toy guns in the classroom.  Could this possibly be true?  Anyway, now I am going to have to frisk him everyday before walking to school.  Wonderful!

I draw the line at grenades though.

We've got about 10 weeks left here in France.  After my return, if you happen to see me with a wine-guzzling, foul-mouthed, weapon-toting smoker, look again.  It's probably just Gaius.

à bientôt!