When Did You Learn That Guns Are Not Toys?

How many times did we hear from parents when playing with a bee-bee gun, "You'll shoot your eye out!"
My poor, sweet, beautiful, boyfriend was shot in the eye with a bee-bee gun by a moronic friend of his. He called me while keeping cold beer on his eye because he has no ice maker. If I were Ex. #1 I would have gone to the emergency room, but he did not because his eye is still intact and he can sort of see out of it. I asked him to make an appointment tomorrow. I would hate for him to have to get a glass eye!
He called me three times, but I didn't hear my phone ringing at first beacause it was in the office. His message sounded so desperate, like he did once when he was really sick and he asked me to come and take care of him. He told me that he wished I were there but that he was glad that I didn't have to see his eye. His friend Nick is the one who should be glad I'm not there. After all, we all know not to aim anything that fires at living beings unless they know it's coming and are dressed in the appropriate protective gear. At least Nick agreed to pay any medical bills Ex. #1 might have.