This evening, Aimee, Alex and I were at a TA truckstop in Willington, CT. It was a little chilly so we all put on our coats and Aimee helped Alex zip his up.
We walk into the resturant to have our evening dinner. I selected the back corner booth, adjacent to the emergency exit. I sat so I could scan the room.
Alex took his coat off and I hung it on the peg next to the booth, with my coat. Alex is sitting across from me, next to Aimee.
He looks out the window, over my left shoulder and says, "Daddy, bad guy..." and points out the window. I turn and look and it is the kind of individual that you would keep a descrete eye on. Nothing going on, not a threat at the moment.
I sweep my eyes back to center and watch my four year old son, reach into his sweat pants and haul this out....
Neither of us knew he had the gun. Neither of us want him to have this gun out of the truck.
I asked him why did he have the gun in his pants. He says, "Cause I might need it...." :blink:
*Sigh* So now we have to pat him down....
So much for my "Situational awarness."