Sunday, October 12, 2008

At Least His Face is Covered

I was just running into Lowes Foods to get two things, so I didn't bother to get a cart. One of my children (who shall remain nameless) was with me, and he said he was going to "walk like a big boy". We were in the store for about 2 minutes when he decided to take off. I'm running after him when I see a friend of mine, who joins in the chase. Another mom ends up cornering him. I grab him by the arm and scold him for running away. He was "looking for snacks". Of course. I grab my items and we head out the door. I am still holding onto his hand at this point in that "I can't believe you just did that" kind of way. He is struggling to get away from me, and I am marching, teeth gritted, to the car. I look down at him to give him what for and I see that he has pulled his pants down!! "What are you doing??????" I say, exasperated beyond belief. He responds with, "I just wanted to feel the rain on my butt!" My anger quickly turns to laughter. So I ask the only appropriate question, "How does it feel? " "Pretty good, " he says. How can you be mad at that??