Me: "Um...what the holy weird stuff is that in the sink?"
Him: "Bits I salvaged from the cannon balls..."
Me: "And why are there cannon ball bits in our sink?"
Him: "So I can clean them up and shellack them before they corrode anymore."
Me: "Of course. Because that's what our decor had been missing."
Obviously I had him explain what all of the bits were and the differences in a couple of them. It's not every day one gets to see the inside of a cannon ball. And, you know, still live.
7-year-old ears picked up that conversation from all the way across the house...
"We have a cannon ball?!"
"Can we play with it?"
Oddly enough, they've been back in school for an entire week and we haven't had one single phone call from the school.