Disclaimer: I don't own Frasier. This story was inspired by Kristen3
"Hey grandpa," David said, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure buddy," Martin said.
"Why do you hate guns. You were a cop. Shouldn't you like guns? They were a part of your job."
Martin settled four year old David on his lap.
"David you know how you play cops and robbers sometimes?"
"Uh-huh," David said, "It's fun"
"Well it's fun when you're a child and it's a game," Martin explained, "But when you are a grown-up there are good guys and bad guys for real. I was a good guy. But one day a bad guy came into a store that I was in and that guy shot grandpa. I was hurt really bad."
"Oh," David said, "Is that why you walk with a cane."
Martin smiled.
"Yes but you know if I hadn't been shot you wouldn't have been born. Your mom came to help me. She was my physical therapist and that's how your dad fell in love with your mom and then you were born. So you see David in a way I'm glad I got shot. Because if I didn't I never would have had you."
"I love you grandpa," David said.
Martin ruffled his hair.
"I love you too buddy," he said.
