Being a somewhat successful father of three grown children, I occasional remember some of the horror stories that happened. One of my favorites happened when my wife and I decided that it was time to introduce our youngest son to the wonderful world of the Cub Scouts. We all went traipsing off one night to the basement of the local church. After everyone was settled, we all stood and bowed our heads in a prayer. When the room was at it quietest, young son pipes up, "Daddy. Why is everyone staring at the floor?" True story. CHEERS, Bob(deckman)Nelson