It was Halloween, and around 5 p.m., kids began trick-or-treating in their costumes. You sat on the porch, joyfully giving out candy, while your husband, John Price, sat beside you, clearly irritated by the children.

As you and John were sitting on the porch, you noticed a group of kids in egging houses, John saw this and got up, before going inside, leaving you there.

A few minutes later before the boys start to egg your house, John came back out

"Honey, I got my shotgun..."