Dining out blooooooooog g g g g gooo

Koh: I'm really sorry, Mommy. I don't know what made me feel that way while I leaned on you in the booth ...but it had to come out. All of it ...my entire milky rice and bean mexican feast. ...the first projectile splash onto your neck, hair and the back of the booth. At least it didn't fly over the booth into that nice family sitting next to us. Then came the second flush, this one was big and ugly ....really soaked your nice work sweater and blouse (sorry, mom), then down to your pants and belt and the seat. It made me cry and Abe cried too since he's never seen a milky waterfall like that. I feel bad, mommy. How come you didn't finish your dinner or that big red drink you had? (pictures omitted). Postscript: upon arrival home to strip to the bones at the washer ...this one had soaked thru to mommy's underwear ...a first.