Yeah, yesterday's piano lessons were like that.
Buddy Boy's trying to play Mozart. Girly Girl's beside me on piano teacher's red sofa, which is very close to piano teacher. Girly Girl is a little bored and a lot evil. Girly Girl, without saying a word or looking at me, places this note in my lap (she's only nine and any dirty double-entendre is completely in the eye of the beholder):

I recover, but not before a little pee comes out.
I hurriedly scrawl, "Yew arr krayzay!" and pass note to Girly Girl, who writes furiously and hands back this:

Girly Girl is going to grow up to be amaaaaaaaazing.
