French Toast's worst nightmare, if she had a daughter.

This post is especially for the wonderful French Toast. Click on the link and enjoy this story about 8 year old girls, guns, and bears.

Speaking of guns, I talked with Merlin's dad today and he asked if we fired the guns we had transported to South Carolina. I told him that we had discussed it but we didn't do it because French Toast was freaking.

He then surmised that the weapons had still not been fired if that was the case. I agreed and we both laughed at French Toast's irrational fear.