Where are the cops when you need them?

When my son was in diapers, he wore cloth. So he had this big bulky layer protecting his tushie from the outside world, the not-so-occasional fall, and of course Mama playing his bootie like her own personal bongo. (It makes a terrific noise if the baby's got those anti-leakage plastic pants on over the cloth.)

After he was trained, I was so in the habit of his having this heinie-armor on that one day without thinking I started on one of my usual drum-solos. Of course he had just underwear on now, so his poor comparatively-bare bottom (okay, he had two layers of clothing on, but still) took the full impact. He didn't even notice what I'd done, so obviously it couldn't have been too bad -- he would have let me know in no uncertain terms if it was! -- but I still felt awful about it for the rest of the day. All right, the rest of the decade.