David Hockney

Standing outside the women's bathroom waiting for my shy 6 year old girt to finish, I could help over hear the ruckus in the men's room. Loud voices loudly teasing each other and showing off using colorful sexual language.

I stood there thinking I should knock on the door so they would know that they could be heard in the Library, but I didn't. I listened.

Finally several teenage boys came out, silent, shy, awkward, and went back to their books at the library table.

The six year old didn't hear a thing.