So my kid comes in the shop last night while I was doing a bit of cleaning. The conversation goes like this:

Dad: What are you up to bud?
Josiah: Nothing just wanted to remind you I am out of bullets for my rifle.
Dad: Yeah I know. I have been meaning to pick up a box or two so we can go back to the range.
Josiah: From the store?
Dad: yeah.
Josiah: Why not just build me some?
Dad: I don't really have time right now.
Josiah: Nevermind then don't bother.
Dad: What? Why not?
Josiah: Are you going to shoot the stuff from the store?
Dad: No I still got some from my last bunch I built.
Josiah: Well that stuff from the store doesn't shoot as well I can't really hit what I'm aiming at every time.
Dad: Well your just practicing.
Josiah: Well I like to hit what I'm aiming at and don't see the point of shooting if I can't do that every time.

So he helped me prep cases for 50 rounds and we loaded them last night. I now have a bullet snob for a son and couldn't be happier. He is 9 years old BTW!