No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed

Not too long ago when I first started working at a church I taught music for our preschool.  I think I was qualified since I knew music and had three daughters who had graduated from preschool.  I also feel as if I relate to small children pretty well. They understand me.  I shortly understood that having kids and working with kids is not the same.
One of my favorite motivators for preschoolers was stickers. At the end of class they would get a sticker, and then I graduated to ink stamps.  Different animal ink stamps. A monkey, or a horse, or an elephant, whichever they wanted.  And then it was cool to stamp not just the hand, but on the leg, and one day, on the belly button. Whoops. Parent teacher conference. Parent to me..."how did my son get a stamp on his belly?" Me.."I put it there." Parent..."so you lifted his shirt?" Me.."no, he did it and I stamped him."  It was then I caught on that the parent was looking at me like there was something wrong.  Preschool director..."David is a great teacher and father of 3 daughters, we will help him understand not to stamp anything but the hand."  Ok.  Fake smiles and pleasantries exchanged.  Fast forward a couple months to Christmas. We were selling Christmas trees at church.  The guy in charge of the tree sale had put a pop-up trailer next to the lot to stay warm on cold nights.  The kids wanted to see the trees so I took them to see Christmas trees. "What is in that house?" asked a kid pointing at the trailer.  "It is where the man who sells the trees stays warm", I replied.  "Can we see inside?"  "Of course!" 3 months of preschool experience and some new training told me it was ok to open the door, let the kids run inside and check it out while I stayed outside at the door as a monitor.  Next day.... parent teacher conference.  "Little Johnny says he went in the trailer and jumped on the bed with Mr. Mander." My explanation went well and we brought in a few kids from the class to tell how they went in the trailer while I stayed outside. And I thought the music business was tough.  I quit teaching preschool that year.  We never sold trees again.  I know God's grace extends even to preschool teachers, but evidently in this day and age, a preschool parent's grace stays at the dinner table.