Jacob and the Watermelon


  


   Mom said “No more watermelon for Jacob. He’s had watermelon the past three days and it will give him diarrhea,” (or maybe he already had a bad case of it, I wasn’t paying much attention. You know how young mom’s can be slightly overprotective of their young.)

   Two year old Jacob had a bowl full of cut up watermelon. I went to take it away when I looked at this kid's face. His eyes are closed in ectasy, his head is swaying back and forth gently as he enjoys the sweet watermelon juice sliding down his throat, his fingers strumming an imaginary guitar or whatever it was that went along with his pure enjoyment of watermelon.

   I grabbed my camera, looked around for mom to pounce and jerk the fruit of happiness from the child. No mom in sight. Camera rolling.

   He popped another piece of watermelon into his mouth, eyes closed, hand strumming as he chewed slowly head swaying to imaginary music.  Chewed swallowed.  No mom. Camera still rolling.

   Third piece, would the joy be less with this  piece of treasured fruit? Nope. Eyes closed, head swayed hand strummed. 

   I am a chocolaholic. I have to say, I have never closed my eyes and savored chocolate the way this kid thoroughly enjoyed his watermelon. 

  As for mom? She was in the house. She’ll never be the wiser we could have stopped the onslaught of whatever she is going to have to deal with when he gets home. 


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