C and W were in the very back of the van on the way home from church today. D and the Girl were in the middle. C and W started fighting over a matchbox car W had found in the reception hall at church. Big daddy was irritated, told (demanded) them to stop and then prcoeeded to ask C why he kept putting his hand down his pants during church. C promptly told him "My Winkie was broken and I was trying to fix it." I heard D snickering from the seat in back of me. I put my hand over my mouth and was looking out my window. After a long minute, I looked at big daddy and he finally said "Well, did you get it fixed?" The answer from the back seat "Oh yes sir". That C, he's so polite!