As we were standing in line waiting for the train at the zoo this morning, I looked down to see Sean poking his index finger deeply into the fluffy behind of the grandmotherly lady who was standing in front of us, which was unfortunately, at his eye level and apparently just too much to resist.
My eyes grew as big as saucers.
Just then, she turned to see what was going on. Caught red handed, Sean immediately put his hands behind his back and put on his practiced expression of remorse.
“Sean!” I admonished. “That is not nice. Keep your hands to yourself!”
I was mortified. “I’m so sorry,” I apologized and then I pressed Sean to offer his own apology.
“Sorry,” he said hanging his head. “It just wooked so squishy.”
“You’re just too irresistible!” I teased her hoping to diffuse the situation with humor. Luckily she took it well and laughed.
Then she bent over and cupped Sean’s face in her hands and said, “You my friend, are irresistible.”
You know, I go to considerable effort to teach Sean good manners. He is quick to say please and thank you. But it never once occurred to me that I would have to TELL HIM not to poke little old ladies in the butt.