And by toy I mean big, scary a*s gun.
It's an AR-15 apparently. For some reason I keep wanting to call it an AK47. lol His trooper buddies got a kick out of that (and by kick, I mean they laughed at me!).
He just got it on Tuesday. Yesterday he and a buddy went to the range and practiced shooting with it. He'd had it less than a day and was taking it all apart and cleaning it yesterday. He cracks me up.
He's as bad as I am with beads and tools - talking about all the extra accessories he wants to get for it. Sheesh. He'll have some overtime shifts to work with all the money he wants to spend on this thing.
On the other hand...at least he's well armed. :) Look out bad guys!