His gun broke. He was broken hearted. But then DJ just discovered there's more than one way to enjoy a toy, especially after it stops working. I've never seen him sit for that long. He unscrewed every tiny screw and unhooked every skinny wire. It was a fabulous disaster, much better than the disastrous meltdown he was going through five minutes earlier because his toy gun had quit working. He was even content with it not working after it was reassembled. We might have found a new solution for broken toys.
On another note . . . I never knew the Wild West was so alive right here in Mesa. We enjoyed chicken chases, popsicles, pigs and turkeys at Lehi Days. Next year I'll have to get a cowboy hat and boots just so I fit in.
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