Jon and the Soup

I'm standing on the right side of the picture, and my brother Jon is sitting in the high chair.  I am probably about 4 in this picture and Jon about 1 year old plus a couple of months maybe.  My shirt was red, with a black placket and collar.  I was going through a cowboy phase that lasted several years, and I would only wear Levi's 501's, and cowboy shirts, and usually cowboy boots too, to the extent possible.  This is a cowboy shirt, at least, that is what my mother told me, because I would not wear it otherwise.  I believed it to be an authentic cowboy shirt, because I knew that cowboy shirts had snaps instead of buttons, and this particular shirt has snaps, rather than buttons, therefore, it passed muster as a cowboy shirt, and I believed my mother.

The reason I posted the photo though is because around the same time, there was a very memorable meal.  One of the few meals I remember from this age.  Mom had made us Campbell's tomato soup.  Jon was wearing a white onesie and a bib, and sitting is this very high chair, which by the way has held me, all my siblings, all of my nieces and nephews, and most of my kids, and is still giving service in my parents home. 

It may have been late afternoon, at any rate Jon was tired.  Mom gave us each a bowl of soup and then stepped away.  I watch Jon start nodding off.  I was on the edge of my seat as his little head dipped forward, closer and closer, until with one last nod, he plunged his face into the soup. 

Instantly he woke, screaming, with a perfect mask of orange soup from his neck, to the top of his head.  I laughed and laughed, as it was the funniest thing I had ever seen in my life to that point.  Mom came rushing in to see her baby covered in soup, crying like a banshee.  She scolded me for not warning her of the impending catastrophe, but I was laughing to hard for it to have any impact.