Mom W. is armed now and I'm not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, "Yay, good for her!" On the other hand, there's now an empty spot in my safe.
After I first brought her shooting a few years ago she asked "can the little gun be my gun?" There have been a few more outings with the FS22 since then and I suppose I finally caved. Sure, it's only a .22lr, but she likes it, shoots it well, and most importantly, she thinks it's "cute."
Now she just needs to buy her own Bersa so I can get mine back.
Oh, and she also said she'd like to get her CCDW eventually. If you'd told me back when I started this blog that those words would come out of Mom's mouth I'd have said you were crazy.