You know, something comes back to haunt you. Or you hand somone a bag in a little prank and the next thing you know, you are holding the bag – unless it has a lot of money in it and then they wind up holding it . . . and you gave it to them.
Yesterday, I made a foil hat and had a little fun with Bob about it. Then Summer deciced she wanted a foil hat and so we made a couple more . . . and I put one on my head. She wandered off and then we saw that police cars were congregating on the street and went out to look . . . and someone said to me, “You have your foil hat on.”
Could Bob have engineered this?
You live such a life of excitement. I don’t think we’ve had to call the cops about the foil-hat people in years around here.