Yesterday, I spent the day chaperoning a herd of 4th graders through an art museum. I'm happy to report that all of the Van Goghs, Renoirs, Monets, and Picassos survived undamaged. My psyche? Not so much.
You see, it turns out that 4th grade boys have a much deeper and more enthusiastic appreciation of fine art than I realized.
And now, somewhere deep in the bowels of the art museum, there is surveillance video of all my little darlings pointing, howling, and yelling, "Titties, titties!"