I just had to share a funny experience we had tonight with our 2013 mid, home for the holidays. He is one of the lectors at our church this evening and we needed to round up some nice dress clothes for him. (I wanted him to wear his SDBs, but since he's a third class the SDBs stayed at KP for the holidays.) I found a pair of khakis and a dress shirt and tie (his younger brother wears them for school concerts now - he's the same size) and lovingly ironed them. DS went to put them on and I found him ranting in the kitchen about how his brother should have told him the pants needed ironing. After a year and a half of uniforms at KP, I guess I just can't iron to his specifications anymore. Before he went to KP, I don't think he knew what an iron did. Merry Christmas, everyone!