Grade School

This is what happened when I got to work yesterday:

Julie: You smell SO good! It's like GRADE SCHOOL all over again!
Me: Uh... thanks...? [Um. Not so certain this is a compliment.] ...OH! It's because I was in an elementary school all this morning.
Julie: Haha really?
Me: No. It's actually my new perfume. It's called "10-Year-Old Boy."

I love my job. Uh, and not pedophilia.