I Went Berserk After Seeing My Son Put Pantyhose Over His Head

When my son ran over after school, he had a ripped stocking pulled over his head. “Mom, look! Don't I look like a robber from a Hong Kong movie?” My expression stiffened for a moment. I immediately took off the stocking, only to smell women's perfume on it. “Sweetie, where did you get this?” “It was in my backpack. Isn't it yours, Mom?” But I never wore stockings, and I didn't like perfume. Besides, my husband always packed our son's backpack. My temples throbbed, but I still smiled and patted my son's cheek. “Dad must have put it in by mistake. I'll have Grandma take you home.” “What about you, Mom?” “Mom? Mom's going to catch the real robber.”