Katie, Hannah and I have always had a tradition to stop by the local convenient store on our way home from pre-school to get a ‘smoothie’.  The last two times there have been pan handlers there so I have rushed Hannah to the car.  Today Hannah asked, “Is he an icky man?” I explain that there is no way to know if he is an icky man or not.  He might be an icky man or he might be a nice man but since we don’t know we shouldn’t talk to the man.  Hannah’s response, “Yep, he’s an icky man.  You see his icky mustache? That means he’s an icky man.  He’s an icky man mamma.”  Watch out Daddy, the icky man’s mustache was what you look like after a long weekend without a shave!