Suddenly, B asked if daddy had any real guns. "Why?", I asked. "For the bad guys", replied B, "So he could get any that might come to our house". "Oh no," quipped J, "bad guys only go to fancy houses, they won't come to our house, there's no stuff for them to get there..."
Well, I know I'll sure be sleeping better tonight...knowing the bad guys are passing me by for the 'fancy houses'.