Call of Duty…in the pants. Because that’s what would’ve happened to me if I got to shoot a gun as a kid. Instant bowel evacuation. Not even out of fear. The recoil alone would’ve loosened any constipation, imagined or otherwise.
“Do you want to try full auto?” Little Charlie responds with a resounding, “yes.” Brings me back to the day I fired my first machine gun–no wait, I never did that. Ah, the memories, either way. A 4 year old with an assault rifle. It’s the next logical step, after the rattle.
Here’s the video of the kiddo shooting some rounds off