After four years of carefully keeping toy guns and visuals out of the house, my hard work was undone by the other children at school. It turns out that the Wolvog has learned to make a gun out of Legos and has been shooting at his sister which "hurts her feelings." We had a lecture last weekend about why this isn't acceptable.
"We are wholly anti-gun in this house. Your dad and I walked in the Million Mom March. If we weren't such observant Jews, we'd be Quaker. Quaker! I am really really upset by this. We are pacifists in this house. Do you understand what this mean?" I asked them.
"Yes," they both answered without pause.
"What does it mean?" I asked. "What does it mean to be a pacifist?"
"It means," the ChickieNob told me coolly and confidently, "that we tease and annoy."
"No," said Josh. "That's what it means to be a vegan. Pacifism is totally different."