Plugged ducts and toy guns

Today I got a plugged duct. But I'm so fatigued that I've been failing to pronounce the final "t" in the word "duct." So I'm left with this image in my brain:

Which makes me, in my loopy state, think back to Jonathan Turley's piece on toy guns, as well as the subsequent chat. If I had to guess, I'd venture to say that some of my regular readers do not want their child(ren) to have toy guns.

I hadn't thought much about it before reading Turley's article. I grew up with a few toy guns, but I distinctly remember each one: a silver gun with an ivory handle, which came with a holster as part of a cowgirl outfit that I wore when I was very young; a Star Wars blaster that I carried with me the Halloween I went trick-or-treating as Princess Leia; and a cap gun I got in Colonial Williamsburg (I hardly ever put caps in it--they were too loud and the resulting smoke smelled narsty).

AB doesn't have any toy guns yet (just cool swords), so I've avoided thinking too much about whether I'm OK with my boys playing with guns. I'm certainly not averse to squirt guns--they're a fun part of hot Washington summers, and I look forward to getting into watergun fights. I don't think I'd object if a family member gave AB a toy gun if it was an old-fashioned type gun or rifle, or something out of Star Wars. But I might feel a little uncomfortable if someone bought him a toy machine gun or something that looked like a handgun. Not sure about that.

Do your kids have guns? If they do, is it something you're concerned about? If they don't, was that a conscious decision?