A few weeks ago, a very good friend came and stayed with us for the night. Instead of cooking, we went out to a wonderful Italian restaurant. The place is small and the tables fairly close. We rarely go out for dinner and pasta is one of the foods Clark can eat.

As soon as we started walking to our table, this young child (6) asks very loudly, "What's wrong with that man's face?" As luck would have it, we are seated next to this child and his family. We ignored him for a while until I couldn't stand it any longer. I leaned over, tapped him on the shoulder and said, "That is a skin graft on his face."

That kid didn't have a clue what I was talking about but his parents surely did. The brat continued to ask again and again and his parents said nothing to him. I was tempted to lean over one last time and say to the parents, "Be a parent and tell your kid to shut the f#@* up!"

I ignored him and he eventually stopped.