She was in the first grade. Her brother was in the second grade. The brother and sister had been dropped in front of the convent next to their school in the still dark of the early morning. Their mother drove from the country where they lived to the city, dropped them off, and returned to the country to work.
The brother pushed the bell at the front door and after the usual wait the nun opened the door and ushered the children to the front parlor, leaving them with the usual "Don't touch anything" admonition.
Looking around the parlor, both children were overcome with reverence of richness. The nuns much be rich to live in such luxury. They had never seen such deep piled oriental carpets or richly polished furniture and sparkling shiny class doors on cabinets.
Taking a seat next to each other on the settee, they folded their hands so they would remember "not to touch anything".
They were aware of not being good enough to be in that room and what a privilege it was to be admitted to the inner sanctum of the convent.
The agreement was that the mother would be allowed to leave the children in the early mornings and they would have a place to wait until it was time for school to begin. So five days a week this was where they sat in quiet hushed whispers and "not touching anything".
One morning the two hour wait was beginning to cause the little girl to squirm. "I have to pee really bad" she told her brother. "Shhh", he said, "remember we "can't touch anything". The squirming turned into one leg crossing over the other and trying to hold it. It wouldn't do any good to knock on the door that the nun locked on her way out.
Finally, a decision made, she got down off the settee, walked determinedly to where the corner of the beautiful thick piled mauve oriental rug left an edge of shiny wood plank floor. She bent over, lifted up the heavy corner of the thick piled rug, pulled down her panties and peed on the floor. After setting the corner of the rug back down, she returned to the settee. Her brother looked like he wasn't even breathing. Fear was written all over his face. She smiled. She hadn't really "touched anything", just the edge of the corner of the thick piled carpet. She realized the smile was becoming a laugh from somewhere way deep inside her, but they weren't supposed to make any noise, so she held the laugh in check. She knew she had a very long time to laugh about this. So today is one of those times.