Walking out the door after finishing my breakfast, I get a loud "Oh My God, children children, come away from the door! Hurry!" from some Mom. The two male kids around 8 or 9 were hanging on the door rail on the first inside exit door playing around. I cheerfully waited for them to flee 2 feet to their mother with a smile on my face and a "thank you" as one of their group of 5 people or so helped open the door for me (I never asked). Kept my hand covering my pistol holster just to make sure little Jimmy didn't grab it and kill everybody in the joint =D I've carried into this WH for years and management knows me.