I must start this posting with a story Laura told me on the phone. I was at the Post Exchange on Ft Lewis when my cell phone started ringing - to the tune of "Another brick in the Wall". It was Laura. She asks me did I know why she just marched Molly out of the bookstore. Of course I didn't know so I asked why. {Bad idea. When your spouse or significant other asks you a question like that, try to distract them with a slight of hand or something else.}
Anyway... Laura begins to tell me the story, it goes something like this:
Molly was playing at the Thomas the Train table with another little girl. All was well; the girls were playing, Laura had her coffee, Molly had her chocolate milk. The other little girl decided she wanted to play with Molly's train. This did not sit well with Molly. Molly, being the innovative thinker that she is for a three year old, decides to turn around, drop her pants and shake her hiney at the little girl saying: “Hiney, Hiney, Hiney!" Of course, Laura was mortified and took a screaming Molly out of the store, leaving the milk behind.
Now, Laura is telling me all this while I’m in the PX at Lewis. Of course, being the man that I am, I busted out laughing to the point of tears. Laura then firmly stated that it was not funny. I am sure, at the time, it wasn’t. However, I think if she removed herself from the situation, she’d find it extremely funny ~ our daughter dropping trou and chanting hiney, hiney, hiney! I don't want Molly to do it again, but I do have something to embarrass her with on her wedding rehearsal dinner!