Noah and I were at Krogers and he was about 18 months old. We were leaving the store, and were behind this lady who was about 90. She was moving really, really slow, and we could not pass her. When we got a chance to pass her I took it, I grabed his hand and walked faster to pass her. Right as we are about to walk past her I see my little boy reach out his hand and smack her on the bottom
Then he said
"Hello Pretty Lady"
Mortified does not accurtaly describe how I felt.
Here is a picture of Noah from around that time with some pretty ladies:
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