Meat-laden fork suspended
in mid-air, you gave me "the look"
as I came back from the dessert bar
with a plate full of Gummi Bears.
"What," I shrugged, "I love these things!"
Then, Alex and I started playing,
impaling them with straws,
lining our fork tines with them,
placing the serrated edges of his steak knife
through their rainbow-colored hearts.
"He doesn't need any encouragement
from you," you whispered, and
I really tried to take that
under advisement for
one brief stern-faced moment,
but the ketchup packets
were calling my name,
and as we giggled, you said
all the appropriate grown-up things,
"You two need to eat
every single one of those.
I can't believe I'm eating
with two children.
I'm leaving," and...
We sat there for a few minutes
until the waitress came by
to ask if everything was okay,
ever-so-professional,
and we laughed so hard
as she was walking away
that I had to cross my legs!
It was the candy...
We were under the influence,
and we both knew that
you were just pretending
to be incensed and were
trying harder than any of us
not to smile...
weren't you, sugar bear?
