My two eight-year-old granddaughters, Maddie and Bailey, spent the night with me Saturday.  Tradition insists that we take a luxury bath with bubbles, scented water, bath oil beads—the whole nine yards.

It just so happened that on Friday I had a medical procedure done on my spine.  Unbeknownst to me the attending physician wrote his name on my backside.  When the girls found it they were aghast to think that some man had viewed their grandma’s behind.  (If the truth be known I wasn’t all that pleased about it myself!)  After racing out to tell their grandfather the horrifying news, both girls dutifully erased the offending name using body butter.  The moral to this story is, never let a doctor with an ink pen close to your butt!