I didn't get to see Mike last night, but I thoroughly enjoyed seeing the BW & Welsh Guards.
As we entered the lobby, we were immediately "greeted" by one of the Welsh Guards asking my youngest how old he is. My DS got shy & tried to bury himself into me, but I turned him around and told him to answer the man. When my DS told him "9," the WG responded, "Nine! You can't be nine!
I'm almost nine & you're much taller than me!"
He was wearing his feather bonnet at the time, of course.
Now my youngest has his own special memory of the evening. Unfortunately, now he wants a bright red jacket like the WG wears.
Boy, am I glad that you can't just walk into store & buy one.

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