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Pincher bugs

So Ian and I are wandering around Wal-Mart while Mel and Reagan are at Brownies...We had one thing to get and Ian picked up a lego train (I am a sucker). Ian and I are having fun looking at everything have a great conversation on what is neat and what is boring.

We stop to pick up the one thing (chewable aspirin) and I turn and grab the forearm of the kid next to me lovingly, with a subconscious light pinch and say "ok, lets go sweety" only to realize I grabbed the wrong kid. Whoops. A 7-year-old girl no less.

The Hispanic family glared at me during my awkward five minute apology (I even threw in a few "lo siento" s just to make sure I was being understood because I am that kind of international super hero...). I must have turned bright red. Ian was just like, "what is wrong with you"...

So, in a two week time period I've had physical contact with two strangers. I think I am losing my mind...

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