I was three years old and it was the first time I actually remember the feeling of embarrassment. My mom had dragged me out on a shopping trip for something lame like, well, anything that was not toys for me. While my mom was looking at some items against the wall of the store, I was doing what every child does in a boring women's clothing store; hiding inside of the free standing racks of clothes. On the floor under one of the racks I found something really cool. (Ok, it was like a button or something). And I had to go over to my mom and show her my treasure.
I ran up to my mom, whose back was to me, and she was slightly bent over to look at something on one of the lower racks. I was so enthralled by the item in my hand I was not looking at my mom when I started to smack her butt and say, "Mom, Mom, Mom, look what I found! Mom! Mom! Mom!" It was after about the 5th or 6th "Mom" and about the 100th spank on the rear that I heard my ACTUAL Mom say from the other side of the store, "Um, Heather?"
Horror came over me as I looked up at the face of a woman who was not my mom, and then at the hand of mine that had been smacking her ass.
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I'm sure this happens to EVERYONE! And it's halarious when it's not you because you remember when YOU actually did this too. AND then it's funny again when you are the mistaken butt! That look of horror on the child's face is pricless and you get to see first hand how you looked when YOU did it.
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