So, I discovered that some person in my household had consumed the little cans of V-8 I keep for recipes, and didn't write it on the list, and I needed some Italian bread, so I texted the kid to bring it home, por favor. Then I realized I had some frozen V-8, so I texted back and said to get the bread and skip the V-8, and drolly said "leave the gun, take the cannoli....." So son called back and said.....
WAIT FOR IT......
"My guns are in my room. What kind of cannoli do you want?"
