Hot Buttered Sole

So Saturday night I was at Longhorn's steakhouse with the usual eat-out crew (minus a few)and it was quite crowded. We waited about an hour for a table, and I took up my usual spot on the end, right beside the high chair. Nick and Noah fell asleep while we waited, but by this time Nick was wide awake and in full "I want chicken fingers and root beer" mode. Noah ws still unconscious however, lying on his back across my lap. Eventually we get our food - for me, grilled chicken breasts smothered with portabella mushrooms, asparagus, and melted provolone cheese, along with a baked potato with butter and sour cream. *mouth watering at the memory* Anyway, just as I dug in, Noah woke up and began to thrash. Before I could secure him and sit him upright, UP went his right leg and then (in what seemed to be slow motion) DOWN came his right leg right on the table. My son's shoe landed smack-dab in the middle of my baked potato. His shoe was covered in sour cream and (now) mashed potato. Nothing like a little faux leather and dirt to improve one's dinner. At least I provided comic relief for the table across from us. I thought the girl who saw the whole thing was gonna spit her beer on her date.