Kids are the best. i remember my first real outing in public. I decided to go "whole-hog" and wear my new UK survival kilt to a party for my son's school. He's 5 1/2 at the time. all the kids and parent's know me, good friends, so really a situation pretty safe for my ego! As soon as I came in, I started to hear "Mommy, why's Cody's Dad wearing a dress?!" Of course, the more brash youngsters came right up and asked me. I actually converted one of the other Dads, who wore a UK to the next event!