Frozen Yoghurt and Spandex

On Saturday, I worked all day.
7 am to 11 pm.
So when a boy asked me to go get frozen yoghurt with him after wards, I jumped at the chance.
{It certainly helps that I maybe kind of like said boy. Just a little bit.}

Well, one of my little girls at work heard me telling another staff about it.
This little girl felt the need to offer me some advice.
The conversation went something like this:

Little Girl: You're going out after this for ice cream? Is this like a date?
Me: Umm I think so!
LG: Do you like this boy? What's his name? {Insert as many nosy questions that you don't want to answer here______}
Me: I'm not really going to answer those questions.
LG: Are you going to have time to change, if he's picking you up right after work?
Me: I don't need to change! I look pretty cute!
LG: Well, you have a stain on your shirt and you're wearing spandex under your skirt. There's no way you're going to get any with those one.
Me, laughing with tears: I'm mormon, so I'm not actually concerned about getting any.
LG: Oh, that's right. You guys can't have boyfriends or anything.
Me: Nope, we can most definitely have boyfriends.

Basically, I love my job, and I love my little girls.
For those of you who don't know, I work in a treatment center for teenage girls.
It's the best.
I'm still learning a lot, but it is so amazing to me.

So I thought it was a funny story.
And for your information, I thought the whole frozen yoghurt thing with the boy went smashingly.
I did not take off my spandex, aka underarmour.
{You never know what is going to happen at work. Be prepared.}