Stop The Bad Guys

My son, Evan was 4 years old. Wearing full cowboy attire. White hat, pearl handled cap gun. I asked him, “What are you going to do with all those guns?”

“Stop bad guys.” he said proudly.

Thinking I could trip him up a little. “Why do you want to stop bad guys?”

“Because they do bad stuff and hurt people.”

Then I asked, “Where do bad guys come from?”

Taking only a beat to ponder he answered, “Bad parents.”

After I picked myself up off the floor, I started his college fund. I want to be a good guy.