I hope I don't look like a psycho (I might be one, but that's ok so long as I don't look like I'm dangerous)

A little kid was ripping his giant (VERY expensive) piece of coffee cake into bits and throwing them all over the floor while his mom put a little sugar in her coffee. His older brother didn't seem to even notice the floor turning from brown tile, to speckled, to a bizzarre lumpy white shag-type carpet in a circle around the small child. SO then the kid tires of hucking bits of cake and opts for something a little heavier - his full juice cup (thank god it wasn't a wet-cappuccino) So at me he directed the cup - hucking it with all his might. Luckely it was full and heavy, and he was little and weak because it crashed to the floor at my feet (and didn't soak my computer or leave me a sticky mess) So I politley picked it up and set it on their table making some semi-cute comment about him seeming to enjoy throwing things. -now to the point- His brother thanked me but his mom, saying nothing, picked up the kid and wisked them outside.

I don't have the time to think about what she must have been thinking.