My grandson....
My girlfriends were all told before it became an issue. The one that didn't think much of it, who also happened to be the only one that kept her own gun, eventually became my wife.
HOWEVER, while having lunch with my wife and a seven-year-old grandson at an outdoor cafe in a sort-of open-air mall near Destin, Florida, my grandson saw my J-frame printing in my front pocket as I sat down.
What's he do? Loud as he can, with child-like innocence, he yells, "Hey, everybody, look! Grandpa's got a gun!"
I'm sure most of the people in the immediate vicinity heard him, but they all seemed to pretend they didn't hear anything while continuing to eat, discretely glancing sideways to see what was what.
It was a teachable moment. We spent the rest of the lunch explaining that I often do carry a gun to protect him and grandma, and I'm obeying the law when I do, but he needs to be quite about it. Most importantly, I explained, is that if something bad starts to happen, he can't let anyone know I have a gun, because surprise may be the only advantage I have.
It hasn't been an issue with him in the two years since then.
One of my brothers caught me stowing my guns after I retreived them from my airline luggage at Denver International. He seemed to have no problem when he saw me pocket a Model 940 J-frame, but he raised an eyebrow when I then proceeded to put a PA-63 in a holster under a vest, then load some magazines and stuff them with some moon-clipped ammo in the vest pockets. "Geez! How much of that stuff do you need?" I think he thought I was mildly paranoid, but he otherwise didn't seem to have any problems.
- - - Yoda