Okay. I hesitated sharing this, but then I thought - what the hell. I mean, you all know everything there is to know about my kids. What's another incident?
After I got home from work tonight, I changed into my sweats and went into the kitchen. I'm standing at the counter making myself a sandwich when Ethan comes up next to me.
Ethan: Hi Mom!
Me: Hello sweetie.
And then -- and I don't notice it at first -- like it takes me about 5 seconds before my brain synthesizes what is happening...
I feel a hand on my butt.
It's kinda rubbing my butt.
Then I feel the hand give my butt a squeeze.
I stop working on the sandwich, raise my head, and stare straight ahead into the cupboards.
Yes. Indeed. Ethan's hand is on my butt. I adjust my stance a bit to the right, away from him.
Ethan: How was your day mom?
Me: It was fine...
The hand comes back up to my butt again.
Me: Ethan? What are you doing?
Me: Ethan? Get your hand off my butt.
He puts it down.
Ethan: I love you mom!
And off he goes.