Jacob was furiously and secretively filling his pockets with things from my school supplies and my husband's toolbox.
"What do you have there, Jacob? Uh, no. Why are you taking these new paintbrushes outside? And is that a box cutter? That isn't safe. And where did you find this screw? Does it belong to furniture? What is all this for?"
Deflated, Jacob put everything back and sighed, "We're making dragon footprints."