Day At The Museum

I knew we were in trouble as soon as we entered the St. Louis Art Museum.  Shawn was talking to one of the ladies that worked there, and I could hear Dylan and Abigail giggling as they repeatedly greeted the statue just inside the doors, “Excuse me, tooshy girl!  Excuse me, tooshy girl!”  I looked, and there stood a naked sculpture of a lady.  Dylan introduced me, with boyish giggles, “Her name is tooshy girl!”