At dinner the other night we were eating spaghetti and my husband was wearing a white shirt. To avoid the inevitable (sauce-shirt) he took his shirt off. Looking at dad without his shirt Cassie decided to follow suit, off came her shirt. After everyone started laughing Callie wanted to participate in shirtless dining so off went her shirt. I believe this is where the “No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service” policy began. My husband has been sentenced to 15 hours of family table manners training.