It was a rare treat. We were enjoying an evening out with two of our best friends at a local restaurant. The conversation was stimulating, and I was reveling in the calm, normal tone of an intelligent adult conversation. It was a refreshing change from my typical day filled with high-pitched screaming and unintelligible words from my 3-year-old son. We had been brave that night. Scott had been unusually well-behaved, and we decided that we would chance bringing him into the restaurant with us.
Surprisingly, he remained calm during most of the meal, quietly sitting in his high chair, eating his typically mushy food of mashed potatoes, squash and meat loaf. Suddenly, somewhere between a comment about the state of the economy and the projects around the house, he decided he had had enough. He gathered a large wad of food in his little hand and, with a throw worthy of a major league pitcher, unleashed a projectile of creamed butternut squash. It landed squarely on the top of a woman’s obviously freshly-styled bouffant hairdo. Amazingly, she didn’t even notice, and neither did her friends. They were so busy with their animated discussion, and her hair was so thick and high with the style of the day, that they were totally unaware of what had transpired. And, since her back was turned to us and them, they couldn’t see the big orange spot on her head.
Ken and I glanced at each other, then at the woman, trying not to stare. Scott remained quiet (thankfully) in his chair, and I thought I detected a slight smirk on his face, as if he were thinking “Mission accomplished!” With a wordless, tacit agreement, my husband quickly scooped up our son. As unobtrusively as possible, without even a glance in the direction of the hapless, still-talking victim, he quickly exited the restaurant. That left me alone to finish the meal in total silence with our friends, who were also aware of the gravity of the crime which our son had committed.
I never said a word to that poor woman about what had happened, not having a clue what to say. My only wish at that moment, in addition to a desire to leave the restaurant as quickly as humanly possible, was to hear her reaction when she finally realized what had happened to her beautiful hairdo. Then again, perhaps I was better off not knowing!
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