Instead, he was having so much fun that he didn’t notice my arrival.
However, by the third day, Diane’s unpleasant eating habits became impossible to ignore.
I caught her eating potato salad straight from the container, licking the spoon before dipping it back in.
“Diane, please don’t do this.”
When I explained my concerns to her, she laughed.
“Oh, honey. You’d think I’d dipped him in poison. We’re family, right?”
Soon she did the same with pasta sauce and mashed potatoes.
Then I discovered she was sharing yogurt with Noah, repeatedly putting his spoon back in his cup after putting it in her mouth.
“Please don’t add your saliva to his food.”
“You’re a germaphobe, honey.”
My husband, Mark, would occasionally remind her to use clean dishes. But when she dismissed him, he would simply go back to his coffee.
I hoped he would notice that she wasn’t listening.
