I don’t want to dwell on the differences between little boys and girls but today I took my three girls to a park where they had haystacks to climb, mazes, tractors to drive and wagon rides. We had a wonderful time enjoying the fresh air and sunshine.

On a tour of the grounds, we sat in a row along a thirty foot bench with at least sixty others wedged single file and back to back. It was a tight fit but all of the parents and kids understood this was a perfect late summer day and nothing could spoil it.

As we stood to exit the wagon, waiting patiently for the people in front of us to shuffle forward, I felt two, small hands cup each of my ass cheeks and shove me forward with as much force as the culprit could muster.

I didn’t budge and this irked the little guy who when I turned around to giggle at whoever had goosed me, spanked me out of frustration. His mother was distracted lunging at her other son who was tired of waiting to leave in a civilized fashion and decided instead to attempt to dive overtop of the security bars holding us all in. There he dangled from his mother’s hands, feet in the air, winking at an older brother who had felt up a much older woman.