I pleaded and pleaded for a B.B. gun when I was a kid. Did I ever get one? No. Am I still bitter about it? Maybe. Did Alex get one for his birthday? Yes. Was he thrilled? What do you think? Am I a bad parent? Perhaps. Am I popular right now within my own household? Polls show me rapidly gaining ground among the younger demographic.
As fate would have it, this morning I ran into an old, old comic book that I had forgotten about. Note that I had apparently begun to fill out the paperwork at the bottom of the page before my mom shot me down, so to speak.
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