It was a good thing I saved my old Charlie’s Angels dolls because it helped me explain the reference to G. after Fino and I had a good chuckle about it. The girls’ 4-H shooting sports club has been meeting every week since early November and the other night was one of the last meetings of the season so they put away the .22 rifles and broke out a pistol for the kids to try. I heard all about this experience as soon as the girls walked in the door after their meeting. “Mommy, daddy got burned from a flying bullet!” “Yeah, my pistol thingy went crazy and hit daddy! He burned his knuckles.” (Daddy is still working on expanding the girls’ knowledge of gun terminology.) Fino confirmed he wasn’t really shot or seriously burned and I didn’t think much about it until this morning when I was sifting through the photos and video he took that night. It seems the incident happened while he was recording. He said the LCD screen wasn’t big enough to see a flying shell casing. I saw it coming just fine on my computer though.

I love downloading photos and videos that my family members have taken. I really never know what gems – or incriminating evidence – I might find.