The Plan

I think they're plotting something.
They may or may not be trying to take over the universe.
Bear with me, I'll elaborate.

Every morning, I put a piece of fruit and something to drink and a cereal bar into a little lunch box and into their backpacks. Today was like every morning, except when I went to retrieve F's bag from its hook, it was surprisingly heavy, for an empty lunchbox. They don't need anything in school when they're 7 or 9- no books no nothing, just a snack. The bag just makes them feel ever so slightly cool.

Anyway, i found a small surprise inside her backpack:

I asked her briefly about the contents of her backpack as she brushed her teeth. She smirked at me. I didn't even know 7 year olds could smirk.
Here we have:
A slingshot, which only just fitted in her bag.
An opera CD of Pinocchio
Some binoculars
A massive calculator
A roll of sellotape
A key
A plastic, golden trophy
A keyring with a bat on it (that J decided he'd steal as he waled out the door to school)
A small wooden box that looks like a baby's toy, when actually it has two holes and a small mirror inside so that you can see around corners.
Two ravaged tennis balls.

They have a plan.
It's scaring me.