Really? A pop tart gun. A suspended kid. Jeez Louise.
I don't like guns I don't want to own one but, I respect others wishes. Anyways I do however, feel like our generation of people is too sensitive. I grew up in the late 90s early 00s. Remember those Halloween candy sticks? We pretended to smoke with them. Water guns? We had them. Those little papers that come off of napkins at restaurants? We pretended to smoke those too. Those guns that shot out smoke? My brother had one. Am I criminal? NOPE! Emotionally scarred counseling for a pastry gun? Really???