City livin' can be for the birds!
Sometimes you have to go out and create your own fun!
. . .and that always involves b.b guns!
|My girl cherub -- waiting her turn.|
|My boy cherub -- walkin' to the shootin' line.|
To make it fair, everybody shoots from the same spot!
|Lookin' down the barrel as my girl cherub takes aim.|
|Not one of my cherub's -- but he could be! |
I'm old enough to be his mother!
He's a college kid that's livin' with us this Summer.
My cherub's L.O.V.E havin' him here!
|My boy cherub -- using his sister's pink gun!|
All man-hood has been put aside!