The other morning I came into the kitchen and found Sierra intently scrubbing the table. Thinking that she was trying to get the tiny bits of glitter left over from Christmas crafts off the table, I told her not to worry about it for I “had a plan”. She promptly replied, “Its not glitter, its gun powder. Jonathan took some of his 22 shells apart. He wanted to throw it in burn barrell but Savannah told him no. She didn’t think it was safe.” Way to go Bana! Man alive- you can’t even go to the bathroom around here without somebody getting a bright idea in your absence!