After thinking about it for a long while, Tommy eventually said, "I want to learn how to shoot."
Irene was speechless while Tommy continued, miming firing a gun. "I saw it on TV. They were like—whoosh!—and hit the bull's eye. That's so cool!"
His little round eyes lit up as he spoke.
Boys would always be boys!
Still, Irene asked, "Don't you think you're too young? Maybe wait another year?"
Tommy shook his little head. "I can use something small."
"Alright, I'll ask around," Irene said. "Let's see if there's anything children like you can learn."
Then, her tone changed as she said, "Alright, let's start today's lesson!"
"Aren't we going to learn how to shoot?" Tommy asked.
"I don't know how to do it, so I can't teach you. I'll ask some people later, to see where you can learn," Irene explained patiently, watching him. "You have to learn what I teach even after you learn how to shoot. You'd have less time to play."
Tommy's little eyes widened. "I'm just a kid. This is so stressful."
Irene smiled. "You have a little brother, and that makes you a big boy, so you should act like one!"
"But I'm only this tall," he said and compared his height with Irene.
Irene patted his little head and picked him up to let him sit on her lap. "You'll grow up to become a big man, and you'll have to protect me later. Or do you not want to grow up?"
Tommy quickly replied, "Yes."
Irene sighed and gave him a bear hug.
Children do yearn to grow up quickly, but when they are adults, they would miss the carefree life of their younger days and the bliss of ignorance.
It was as if troubles came with adulthood.
"Are you sad, Mommy?" Tommy asked, looking up at her just then.
"Nope," Irene replied, kissing his little cheek.
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