When I co-owned an office bldg. years ago, one of the renters was a child psychologist (F) who was a real pain in the ass. Every now and then I'd have go in there and fix something or whatever at night.
She had all of these different toys for the kids to play with and probably use for the "point to where daddy touched you" kinda thing. Anyway, I just couldn't resist the urge to arrange Mickey/Minnie, Gumby/Pokey et al into certain [ahem] 'positions' and then put them back on the shelves, windowsills etc.
Never heard a word about it but I'm still probably going to hell for it.
I can't even wrap my brain around that pic...
ReplyDeleteWhen I co-owned an office bldg. years ago, one of the renters was a child psychologist (F) who was a real pain in the ass. Every now and then I'd have go in there and fix something or whatever at night.
ReplyDeleteShe had all of these different toys for the kids to play with and probably use for the "point to where daddy touched you" kinda thing. Anyway, I just couldn't resist the urge to arrange Mickey/Minnie, Gumby/Pokey et al into certain [ahem] 'positions' and then put them back on the shelves, windowsills etc.
Never heard a word about it but I'm still probably going to hell for it.