No go in toll booths.
He was approaching the table carefully, albeit a little too eagerly.
Still, I thought there was something a little out of the ordinary in the way he was holding his tray of food. Something that was quite obvious, really, but which, strangely enough, failed to immediately register into mind – until it was too late.
The tray was tipped slightly forward.
Unfortunately, the contents on the tray followed soon after. An orchestra of clangs and bangs filled the air when they hit the floor. This, and he was just a step away from his table.
Nearby, a girl similar to his age – probably five, at most – had her dainty little mouth formed into an “o”, eyes unblinking.
He looked up in dismay, holding his now-empty tray in fearful wonder. Uncertainty was painted all over his face as he dreaded what was to come.
I, too, shared his fears. His lunch, now all over the floor in an unsightly heap! What? What do you say to that?
I half expected to bear witness to a long and unflattering public lecture, courtesy of the poor boy’s parents. (“See! I told you so! Can’t you ever hold anything properly! Why can’t you do anything right? How many times have I said to you…”)
I was seated just two tables away, yet I could hear no words – heated or not – being exchanged. No angry outbursts; no forceful thumping of fists on tables. The father humbly took to task to clearing the mess, while his spouse wore a calm, neutral expression normally associated with that of mothers – an expression implying that everything is going to be all right, everything is going to be okay.
Sure enough, in a few minutes, all was well again.
It was as though it never happened.
When the family got up to leave, the boy was wearing a smile.
(Oh my… What am I doing? I am finding kids adorable now? Good grief!)
That was a great contrast from two hours earlier – another mother was heard angrily telling her son this while I was quietly browsing nearby: “You are being very annoying today! Keep quiet! Stop being annoying!!!”
Yes, if exclamation marks were to appear in real life, they would be huddling all over the impatient mother and her tearful child.
I finally got this from my second trip at the land of blue and yellow.
Yes, it is good to know that it is indeed for “children” aged 18 months and older.