It's been very very warm in LA. Very warm. Temps in the hundreds... The only thing you want to do is sit inside with lots of air conditioning... But guess what? You're a mom and the kids want stuff like food and drinks, one of them has a gymnastics eval... Dang it.
I did what all good mothers do... Bribe them with a post dinner walk to Baskin Robbins for a cone if they were good all day. Bribery is totally okay right?
So let me set the scene.
Crowded Baskin Robbins, cue myself in blue flowered maxi dress, wrangling a skipping H and struggling with Y who is fighting her harness (or baby leash whatever...)
Baskin Robbins is a steady stream of kids happy for ice cream, young lovers and us... A trio of mild discontent. First H is annoyed they no longer make Spiderman ice cream, it's a red and blue ice cream that will not get out of clothes, so I'm overjoyed.
Ordered our cones and I'm standing at the register with cone in one hand, wallet in the other when I feel a pair of grubby hands yank on my panties... From UNDER my maxi dress.
My panties unceremoniously slide to my ankles before I can even try to squeeze my knees together. I'm pretty sure everyone is staring at my panties... And the only thing I can think of is "are they at least clean?"
I did the only thing to do, calmly hand H her cone, ball up the panties in one hand and ask to use their bathroom... Which of course is not open to the public.
I'm convincing myself no one saw, not the girl who giggled or the 2 teens who pointed. Nope. They totally didn't see. I'm sure if I say it enough times... I can convince myself.
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