Well when I got back from town it's quiet in the house. The granddaughters are in bed fast asleep. DW met me at the door and told me I'm nothing but a big kid. Which I wholeheartedly agreed. It's the truth... I'm just a big kid at heart and I admit it. Then I told her she was awfully cute when she's mad and she smiled, so all's cool now... Plus I brought her a big chocolate bar while in town. I'm sure that chocolate bar helped a little also.
You know my granddaughters are still a little to young to take snipe hunting. Or else I would have got them all jacked up on candy, drenched them in cutters orange top, gave each one a paper bag and a stick and set them out in the tall prairie grass to beat on the paper bag with the stick and yell here snipe snipe snipe. It's always a hoot to take a kid snipe hunting for the first time. And you can toss a rock into the bag when their not looking and they think the caught a snipe. It's fun stuff....