Touchy Feely Greasy Grossy

You don't know how grubby a kid gets eating until you're sitting next to him in your uniform with the light blue shirt. Suddenly, my son is a walking leper colony. Don't touch!
But it was still nice to see him in the middle of the day, as Ainsley had arranged for some of her friends to meet for a shopping/playdate at Pentagon City Mall, just up the Metro Holler from my place of deployment.
Ryan's latest feat: drinking from a water fountain and, without being prompted, keeping the ol' kissers off the spout.
I'm so proud.