I was childless and jobless when we first moved to Boston. It was a time of great joy.

I knew that this was an opportunity not to be squandered, so I made it a point to explore the city. I knew that someday I would miss the freedom to indulge in what I loved, and once I found a job I missed that lifestyle almost immediately. But I had no regrets, because I spent the time wisely.

One of my favorite things to do was to go to the Museum of Fine Arts with a book and wander the halls until I was tired, find a well-lit gallery, and settle down with my book. It was glorious, and in time the priceless works of art became familiar friends.

Once I was done with my traditional Black Friday de-cluttering (<a href="http://www.everydaytreats.com/2011/11/alternative-black-friday-declutter.html">it's <em>totally</em> a thing, by the way</a>) we gathered up the kids and my mother and hit the MFA. At one point I was standing next to their bronze of Degas' <a href="http://www.mfa.org/explore/send-an-ecard/12387">Little Dancer aged fourteen years</a> when I noticed the funny juxtaposition of the the famous dancer and the painting of the mooning man behind her (he's just drying himself off after his bath, but I have the sense of humor of a 12 year old).

So OF COURSE I just had to Instagram it, right?

While I waited for the docent to turn around so I could take a picture with my camera phone, I read the description