When I was a kid, my parents made pancakes in various shapes: Clowns, wagons, Mickey Mouse.
My mother may have made a gun-shaped pancake for me once. If not, certainly my father did.
According to the latest thinking amongst educators, that gun-shaped pancake was child abuse.
And they should know. They are in the child abuse business.
The latest nonsense from our public school establishment is a certain hysterical over-reaction to guns. Not violence as such, but the mere image of guns. Take the recent case...