Ummm... Your child wrote on my butt...

My twin is in town and we went out to dinner on Friday night. We went to a delicious restaurant called Maudie's. It is fine Mexican Cuisine, and the margaritas are huge! Anyways, while we were having margaritas we started to reminisce about the past. High school, old jobs, and funny stories growing up.

I started talking about when I was 19 and worked at a Mother's Day Out 2 days a week. I had a class of 3 year olds all to myself. I remember talking with another teacher, whom I shared a bathroom with. She was sharing a big piece of gossip that engrossed my attention. I remember a little person tugging at my pants, at least I thought he was tugging. I ignored him as the flibbertigibbet shared the riveting story. When she was done I turned around to see what the small child wanted. To my dismay the miniature Michelangelo had drawn his version of the Sistine Chapel on my posterior. It was hard not to laugh and place the child in time out.

When mom came to pick up the pocket sized virtuoso I shared the story with her on how her small child had defaced my derriere. She did not find it funny at all. She gave her child an earful and handed me a $20 bill for dry cleaning. I was a little taken back at how mad she had gotten. But not too taken back as not to accept the money.

That story sent twin and I into a laughing tizzy. I think the margaritas made it that much more funny. I did receive a call from the little maestro 2 years after the incident when I had moved to Austin to go to college at UT. His mom said he was thinking about me and wanted to call. I asked him how school was going, he was then a kindergartner, and he said it was good. I asked what his favorite thing about school was. He said art...