My gummys cracked me up today. I gave them the two cowbells that I had and we went from room to room after supper so they could clang away, yell at the ghosts to go away and just generally raise some hell. It was a good way of letting them do something new and maybe start a new tradition. They were clanging away and laughing their heads off as they made enough noise to raise the dead. Now I just hafta find another so I have two that are kinda sorta the same size in order to minimize the “Hers is bigger than mine!” bit. Ugh! Kids.