All mixed up

Recently, we went to a large farmer's market -- we bought some fresh produce, enjoyed a cup of coffee and frantically searched for the bathroom since Matthew thinks that it is unnecessary to visit one except when you urgently, urgently need to. Thankfully, we located it in time. 

At one point, David and Matthew were walking a few paces ahead of Cameron and me.  Matthew's pants were on backwards, with the ties hanging behind him like a tail.  (What?  Like you've never gone out with your pants on backwards?  His shoes were on the right feet, which is pretty much never the case.)

As Cameron and I walked along, two women next to us pointed.  "Look!" said one. "His PANTS are on backwards!"

And, for a moment, I forgot that these women would probably never have guessed that the white woman walking next to them was the mother of the little black boy with the backwards pants.  For that moment, I don't know why, I just thought that they were talking to me and I answered with a laugh, "I know! He dresses himself in the mornings and he's so proud, I don't point out the backwards pants!"

It was only when I saw the stunned embarassment on their faces that I realized the misunderstanding.  So I smiled and Cameron and I went on to join my boy in his backwards pants!