Alrighty-then. Assuming you are now up to speed on Jackass (and thanking your lucky stars that don't call any of those fellows "son"), read on.
Reuse, reduce, recycle!!!" (Yeah, she gets the order mixed up some times.) Here's the conversation that followed:
Daddy: It's empty, Lila. What do you want me to do with it?
Jake: I know, Daddy! We could fill it with farts and drop a match in it. Then it would explode!!
Me: *blink* *blink*
Me: (trying very hard to suppress laughter cuts disapproving mother-eyes and laughing father)
Jake: No! Seriously!! I'm not kidding!!! It'll explode!!!!
Me: Uh, Jake? Who told you that?
Jake: Daddy did!!
Daddy: No I didn't!!
Jake: Yes you did!
Daddy: *blink* *blink*
And there you have it. Life with boys!
Oh, and no, we did not repurpose the bottle as a fart bomb.