I meant to post this story the night (two days ago) it happened but I got distracted and then forgot.  I sometimes give Xenia a bad time about being a klutz, which she isn't really.  But there have been a couple of incidents with milk and then the time she walked into a support post in the grocery store that might lead one to think otherwise.  She tells the milk stories.  This last time I ended up taking a quick shower and changing all my clothes--from my socks to my shirt.  Everyone else at the table escaped every drop.