>My son comes out of his room the other day, with 6 safety pins across the front of his perfectly good, not torn t-shirt.

I guess you can be glad they're not across his perfectly good face!<

That I am, Anna, that I am! But, his disposition of late seems to be highly suggestive of that happening sometime in the not so distant future! And I, of course, have to pull out that favorite parental phrase: "not while you are living under my roof!"