Secondhand

I didn't get there until after it happened, but apparently Samson has discovered --- unfortunately in public, and doubly unfortunately with guacamole --- the power of the fork catapult.

He's getting good with utensils, and we are sure to encourage his use of them whenever possible. But this is something neither of us had even thought to guard against [although the lunchtime juice box geyser yesterday now seems like part of a pattern instead of a random occurrence]. In any event, Vicki said he picked the fork up, put some guacamole on it, and then like a mini-Belushi sent a big gob of the green goo flying.

You should know that Vicki is not a person given to hyperbole, so when she tells me time stood still as she watched this little green meteor head for deep impact on the sweater of the woman seated behind (?!) Samson, I believe her.

The funniest part, and the reason I'm really sorry I missed it, is that nobody else seemed to notice. Vicki sprang into action with a wet napkin but had to first introduce herself and explain why she was trying to wipe this total stranger's arm with a damp square of paper.

Good times, Samson. Good times.