It's true! There's no way around in. And in my own home, of all places.
First the backstory.
Brad likes to slap my butt. I can't say that I blame him. I have a very nice derriere if I do say so myself. He walks into a room and I get a "good hustle". Or a "hey, how you doin'?". Sometimes it's just a passing by "I'm thinking of you" kind of thing.
Only now it's not just Brad who likes to give a little shout out to my hind quarters.
Preston came running up to me while I was in the kitchen one morning. Gave me a little hug, around my legs as I'm much taller than he is (for now at least). Shot a little smile up at me, as he got ready to move along back to his toys. Then as he got ready to go, it happened. My 22 month old son reached out and slapped my tush before leaving the room.
I stood there stunned. Was it accidental? He couldn't possibly have. But he just did.
Clearly Preston is watching and learning way too much these days. I'm almost afraid to see what's next.