I walked into the kitchen a couple of nights ago and discovered Griffin trying to persuade Reilly that his baseball "cup" was a gas mask. Really, he was pretty darn convincing. Luckily, she didn't fall for it. She flat out refused to let him place it over her mouth and nose. I guess that's one of the perks of growing up with a brother in the house. It gives me hope that (unlike her gullible mother) there will be no snipe hunts in her future.
Note to Griff: Please stop putting your nasty protective gear on my kitchen island. That's just gross!