Who Doesn't Love a Little Butt Grab?

On Friday, Cory’s sister Emily graduated from High School (Yay- shout out to Emily).  (No, I am not too old or pale skinned to do a shout out but I do feel that the older you get, the more sparingly you should use them). Chase really enjoyed Emily’s graduation ceremony; well let me rephrase that; he enjoyed the end when everyone was standing around congratulating the graduates. 

After the actual ceremony, we were walking around the crowded gymnasium trying to decipher our graduate from the other graduates in their caps and gowns (it’s interesting how much people look alike when they are all wearing the same thing).  I was holding Chase’s hand to make sure he wouldn't get lost in the crowd of people.  As we got half way through the crowded gymnasium I noticed that guys (of all ages) were turning around and looking down at my child with a confused look on their face, but I didn't think much of it (as this happens more than you would think) and continued on our way to find Emily.  We finally found Emily and after a while of taking pictures and chatting we left. 

This time Cory held Chase’s hand and I followed behind them.  A few seconds into the walk to the other end of the gymnasium to leave, I saw gentlemen, again, looking down at Chase as he passed.  This seemed strange so I took a second and observed as my child trotted through the sea of people and I noticed something- something disturbing, but hilarious.  

Every time Chase would pass a male (of any age, ranging from teens to grandpas) who was facing away from him, he would reach his little hand up to their derriere and give it a little pinch. Obviously the men would turn around to see who had just violated them. As they made eye contact with Chase he would just innocently smile at them and continue on his way.  Chase would then giggle to himself as he scanned the crowd for his next victim.  

Needless to say, we had to hold both of Chase’s hands as we walked out of the graduation ceremony to get him to stop assaulting bystanders.  As we made it to the exit door of the gymnasium Chase looked up at Cory and me and said, “Oh man; that was funny.”  All Cory and I could do was laugh, because Chase was right, it was funny.     

Who doesn't paint with gloves on?