Today in the midst of running errands (including getting my Mother's Day present from the mooks) we stopped at a local grocery store that we don't usually go to.  I don't normally go there because it's pricey but I wanted to go specifically today to pick up a spice mix that isn't available elsewhere and to buy a couple of their reusable canvas grocery bags (we're really trying to use reusable bags instead of paper or plastic bags from the store)/

So we're wandering through the store, almost done with our shopping and headed for the frozen food aisle to pick up a pizza for supper (so I didn't have to cook).  When we exit an aisle at the back of the store my little guy asks "who's that?"  and points in front of us where the dairy cases are.  There wasn't anyone there so we just said "there's no one there sweetheart" and kept on walking.

All of a sudden a little kid grabs my butt and pulls on the back pocket of my jeans.  I jump a little and reach down to grab the rugrat's hand (our little one's three and a half) but he's not there!  I turn to look and my husband and rugrat are a good ten feet behind me!  Of course my husband asks me what the heck's wrong with me.  Any sane person would after seeing their spouse jump a foot in the air and grab their own behind in the middle of a store! 

I told him that I felt our son grab my butt (something he's been doing lately... he's been goosing people or blowing zorbits on people's hips and laughing at how he "farted" us) but obviously he couldn't have! 

So now the question is... is the local luxury grocer haunted?   Who grabbed my rear?  It was obviously a child's hand... but what child?

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