I was vacationing, in Chicago, and decided to take in a museum, I also had my five-year-old daughter with me. Sometime thorough out the day she had to use the bathroom and when she came out (of the stall) I realized she was missing her underwear. It was nothing more than her forgetting to put it on that morning when she got dressed. So we are touring the museum (in a group) and we all stop to observe an item on display; the tour guide stops speaking and my daughter raises her hand. At this point I am super impressed that she is going to ask or say something about the artwork. Instead, standing there in her dress, she says, "My under wear is in the bathroom over there ..." I turned 100 shades of red.
Debbie N.
photo credit: http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/9/2006/10/artmsueuempeople.jpg
No comments:
Post a Comment