When my husband was working in downtown Denver, a few of the cheerleaders were regulars at this restaurant.  He came home one day with two posters of all the girls, autographed, “for the kids”.  But to preserve them, he thoughtfully took them to work and hung them up at a nice, grown up level, where no damage could come to them.  Because he’s nice like that.

It sas a lot that he’s thoughtful. You know, about the kids and all…