Nate wants an airsoft gun like mine. Last year when him and I tried to have a battle with them, he got hit pretty hard and cried. He was pretty much done with them. This year, he decided he wanted to give it another go. I told him that if he could take 3 shots at ten feet without crying, I'd get him one so we could have a battle with them. He took the shots, and only mildly flinched. I was sharing this story tonight with some guys from work who live down in Alabama. They agreed that this was what they would have done with their sons in the same situation. They also agreed that their wives probably wouldn't understand this logic any more than Cathie would if I actually shared this story with her. Women. Go figure.