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Our last guest
looked non-plussed
when Jamie's noodle
caught him square on the forehead.
"Uh oh," chuckled Jamie
in his good natured way.
Scambling, a blur of napkins and apology,
we wiped our guest down,
sternly rebuking
one tremendously naughty baby,
who whispered yet another
"uh oh"
before letting fly
with the meatball
which only hit the stove,
missing our stunned guest
by a good three inches.
Then
this beloved sociopath
of the supperplate threw in one final
"uh oh"
of genuine concern,
evaporating instantly
into
total
bemused
satisfaction.
December 1985