Several months back, I had the pleasure of taking my ten years old niece to the Sacramento Zoo.
As we approached the enclosures of three great black bears, she became panicked, grabbed a hold of my shirt and demanded to know, “Are they going to chop off the arms of those bears?”
Somewhat taken aback, I reassured my niece, “Of course not silly, why do you ask me such a question?”
She then informed me, “At school, we learned that Americans have the right to bear arms.”
After staring at each other for about 15 seconds, I suggested; let’s go get an ice cream!?!
Scott R. Hadley