Whatever I Feel Like

I’ve got a thing for butts. Baby and little kid butts, that is. I just think they are so adorable, especially on my own children. They’re just so round and squeezable and pinchable and look so darn cute when they’re walking – I can’t help myself but to pat them when they go by me. It’s like my hand has no control of itself, it must feel the “baby bootie”. I know, it’s not technically a baby bootie when it belongs to an 11 or 9 year old, but these are my baby booties, damn it!

So Aric has been asking me for a few months now to “stop touching his butt”. Last week he actually said to me, “Can I talk to you in private in your room for a minute?”

He sat me down and said, “I really hate when you touch my butt. Will you please stop touching it? Please?”

Man, I felt like I’d been molesting him or something! I promised him I would keep my hands to myself where his butt was concerned from now on. I’ve done well – I haven’t touched it once. Not that it’s been easy. This afternoon I was walking up the stairs behind him and almost forgot about my vow, then caught myself. I told him I almost slipped and he said if I did he’d have to take today’s checkmark off the board. Checkmark?

I had noticed our dry erase board on the fridge had this… pattern of squares on it for a few days, but I hadn’t really paid attention to what it was. The kids are constantly writing stuff on there and I usually just blow right past it. Well, it turns out that Aric had made a chart – each square represented a day and on the days I didn’t touch his butt he has been checking them off! How adorable is that?

The worst part of that being so adorable? I immediately wanted to pat his little hiney for it. Sigh. Who told these kids they could grow up so damn fast?

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