"Exactly. It's still difficult to identify with him as my son. Sometimes he'll do things, odd habits he's picked up, and I can see my 3 year old child in this 20 something man. It's rather strange..." Peg watched Kat's shots carefully, "How much? Darling, everything changes. I don't get as angry, I also am unable to win fights with my kids since they out-logic me on everything. I dread the day my daughter becomes a teenager because when I was a teen, I ran away to join the war effort. I can't imagine what my mother went through those years."
The first shot, well, she wasn't impressed. Hitting far off-target was not ideal but Kat got her composure and shot again and again. "Better." Peggy agreed, using the switch to get the paper target back to him. "Have you tried moving targets yet? I'd rather not get into an actual battle, but one must be prepared."