The military jargon that we've heard through the continuous coverage of Operation Desert Storm has started to permeate our lives.
My wife and I are in the midst of toilet training with my 2-year-old. After one such "training mission," my wife asked, "How'd it go?"
"Well, I don't want to encourage a sense of euphoria, but I'm quite pleased with the results. Three scuds were launched, along with two false alarms. Some traces of chemical emissions were detected, but not enough to warrant the gas mask. While I was impressed with the air attack, the grunts were eventually required to get the job done."