Getting on the airplane from STL to Dallas before our last trip, Eliot was walking in front of me. You know how close you are to the strangers sitting already as you walk further back in the plane right? Well, we're about to pass a man already settled who happens to have an interesting mustache. Upon seeing him, Eliot stopped walking, slightly gasped and yelled "PIRATE! Mommy, a PIRATE!"
Should have know these stories would happen after this elevator incident.