My Grandma is funny.

At my family birthday/holiday party thing on Sunday, a long time friend of the family was there. He often joins us at family events and has been friends with my uncle since high school or before. He's well known for drinking a little more than he should, and he talked at length about his militia/huntin' buddies, and how he's taken his little son (probably about six or seven?) to the shooting range since he's been able to hold a gun. He proudly proclaimed (through some slurring) how he had purchased some huge shotgun stock for him as a Christmas present (the exact specifications I fail to remember). My family, none of them hunters and more likely to drive Hondas or Saturns before trucks, seem a little aghast, but good humored nonetheless. My Grandma, bless her, pipes up with:
"What the heck are you gonna get him when he turns 21, a tank?