Saturday night came and we went to a local seafood restaurant.  Bobby agreed before we left to be on his best behavior.  That he wasn't going to screw up this dinner out.  That I wanted that well behaved and well mannered child that everyone else got to see.  But all that went in one ear and out the other.  Terry ordered Lobster for us, and a shrimp plate for Bobby.  Most of the evening everything went fine.  Bet we decided to have a drink after dinner.  And of course Bobby got bored... he hadn't finished his dinner, and was laying his head on the table, and whining up a storm.  So I excused Bobby and my self and marched him out the front door of the restaurant.  And proceeded to give him the scloding that he deserved.  And that I expected him to use the manners that I had raised him with.  But above all to behave and stop whining like a two year old.

Well back at the table,  Bobby went right back to doing what he wanted.  So Terry leaned over and asked him to please sit up.  Bobby promptly told him to go to hell.  I have never been mor embarrassed as I was at that moment.  Terry looked at me and I said.... you were warned.  Terry looks at me and smiles and tells me not to worry.  He leaned over to Bobby and whispered something to him.  Bobby sat right up in his chair, laid his sliverware on the plate and put the napkin on top.  Then put is hands in his lap.  And sat there, quiet as a mouse.  I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

After about another half an hour, we were finished and heading out of the restaurant.  As we walked out to the car, I asked what Terry had said to him.  Bobby said it was nothing.  I thought ... must have been some kind of big nothing to get that reaction out of him.  When I asked Terry what he said.... All he would tell me that it was between him and Bobby. Not for a Momma's ears to hear.

I continued to see Terry on a more and more regular basis.  He would show up for lunch at work.  Or would call me to meet him after work.  I can't really explain it.  After two bad marriages.  I didn't trust him at all.  But yet I loved to spend time with him.  We talked of the trouble I had with Bobby.  He thought that maybe Bobby just needed a firm male figure to staighten out his behavior.  And again I told him that wasn't going to work either. Nothing so far had.  He said for me not to worry that insight of a couple weeks that the boy would be toting a bible and walking a straight line....  

LOL..... if only that had worked.