This takes place in our car yesterday on the way home from the city:
Sasha: Mommy I want a gun!
Mommy: Absolutely not.
Sasha: But I really want a gun like my friends
Me: Why do you need a gun?
Sasha: To shoot things!
Me: I don't want you shooting things.
Sasha: please, guns are good!
Me: They are made to hurt people
Sasha: I wont shoot people I will shoot the walls.
After a long silence...
Sasha: Mommy, Daddy when we get home we need to talk, we need to talk about me getting a gun.