I hosted a bridal shower yesterday (luncheon for 16!); the ladies stayed a little longer than I'd planned, so the lads got home before the guests left. All three of them chatted very nicely with everybody, but my favourite bit was when one woman asked Chico his name ("Chico"), his age ("5"), and if he was a good boy ("well...despite all appearances to the contrary...", followed by a wink and a big grin). I hooted, but the ladies looked a little nonplussed...I passed the devilled eggs again and poured a little more lemonade...

peace
minnie