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Nearly forgot...when Asher perked up, we needed to get some soup, gatorade, and bread.  It was nice just to get out and drive.  The grocery store was next to the dollar store, so I let the kids pick out a $1 present for their sick day.  Owen just couldn't decide what he wanted...too many choices.  I asked him if he wanted one of quite a few cool 'guns' that shot foam disks, or darts, that sort of thing.  His response:  "No Mommy.  Those shooting toys are not really nice and kind, and I want to be kind to other people and not think about things that would hurt people."  Wow.  The stomach flu as morality teacher?  Can't help but give your boy a hug when he's that kind of sweet!  But where did he get the idea that guns could hurt people in the first place?  Male instinct?