I've been on a half-fake business trip to Oslo (Norway) and brought with me my family and my mother. Without me knowing it my mother bought my oldest daughter a BB gun. She isnt really "girly" in the way she playes if you know what I mean. Give her a doll and she'll use it as a football or hit a boy over the head with it.
Anyway, we were passing through customs on our way back to Sweden yesterday and my mom packed the BB-gun in her purse (!). Afterwards she said that "it would be a fun thing to play with on the plane" (?!!!!!!).
As we walked through that X-ray thingy the guards froze and from nowhere a gazillion more guards came with handguns drawn. Some of them were yelling at us to do things like stand still or lay down. And two things made this more funny then scary.
1. They yelled in Norwegian. Only an other Swede can understand what I am after here. To us Norwegian sounds like Swedish but like a jolly dwarf speaks it.
2. They yelled different things. Some told us to stand still with our hands above our heads. Others yelled that we should lay down facing the floor and some yelled that we should stand by the wall, face in. Sure, the weapons were scary but the rest seemed to be straight out of Monty Python.
Everything went fine. A split second after the above one guard had opened the purse and found the BB-gun and all that happend were that we had to check in the BB-gun in a little sealed plastic bag.
One of the guards were concerned about my kids and asked my daughter if she were scared at all. Her reply were (seriously) "If you tried to shoot me my dad would catch the bullet and hit you in the head with it".
So now you know what you're up against
Isnt it sort of sweet during that time when your dad is the superhero of the world? It all changes in the teens and she'll probably prefer me in a black plastic bag, six feet under. But for now....
