"Mom, what is it?"
"He's a soldier."
"Is he a nice guy or a mean guy?"
"He's a nice guy."
"What's this?"
"It's a gun."
"What's a gun?"
"Soldiers use them to protect us."
"Oh."
and then to her now captive audience of fellow oil changers as we walked out the door...
"WE LIKE SOLDIERS. THEY'RE REALLY NICE GUYS!"
Land of the Free, Because of the Brave!
Happy Independence Day Weekend!
(A day, or two, late.)
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