I had to laugh when I read this. We had dinner Saturday night at a pretty nice restaurant in DC. During dessert, a few drops of something-whatever fell on DS's pants. He pulled out a Clorox pen from his sock (apparently, they were told not to put anything in their pockets so he had his wallet, his cell phone, his ID, and this Clorox pen stuck into his socks all day!). He started working on the stain and the smell of bleach cleared out half the restaurant for a few minutes. Glad we were about ready to leave anyway. When DS was small, we would take him to restaurants and he would get very excited to have unlimited refills of pop (or soda, depending on your region) and he would bounce up and down on his seat. Thus, he became a human soda can, shaken and ready to open. At many restaurants, this resulted in inevitable regurgitation just about the time the check arrived. His sibs joke that he threw up at every dining establishment in our town. So, his timing is still impeccable. Lesson learned, however - Clorox pens are not the same as Tide pens.
Only one person in their Company lost their rifle.
