For nine years I’ve been shrieking, “No toy guns!” and vetoing every attempted purchase of said items. You’d think it might have had some effect. But no.
Today we went to a nearby strip mall (yes, they have those in Japan, too) because the kids wanted to get out of the house and had a little money to burn. We looked at pets for awhile. I was amazed to see chipmunks for sale. They looked wild and totally hyper. One of them kept falling off the exercise wheel, he was going so fast.
Lilia bought a chunky comic book full of sparkly-eyed girls with her money. I told Jio that he should save up for Legos or whatever, and that he didn’t necessarily have to spend the money he got as a reward for getting 100 percent correct on his kanji test. (Only the second 100 percent in two and a half years.) But then, when we were just about to go home, he mentioned something that he wanted to buy. An action figure, I thought. I waited at the entrance with Lilia while he paid for it with his own money all by himself. It wasn’t until we got into the car that I saw what it was – a toy gun.
It’s supposed to be a policeman’s revolver, and it came with a badge. Okay, so better than a robber gun, I guess. The funny thing is, he got a toy policeman’s kit for Christmas a couple years ago in the U.S. It included a vest, a walkie-talkie, a badge, a bullhorn, handcuffs, and a pad of paper for writing tickets, but no gun. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Japanese policeman packing heat, but here, you get the gun.