This innocent-looking knothole once got me in a heap big mess of trouble, if just for a minute.
My mom and stepdad recently moved to a new and smaller home, so I am glad I have a pic of this. This knothole resided beneath the kitchen table in their previous home, pretty close to where my mother’s seat was. When Mother first noticed it in the hardwood floor, all hell broke loose.
She was younger and fitter then, and she came tearing into my room and told me to get into the kitchen NOW. Having a healthy respect for parental authority, I obliged, albeit a bit hurriedly. Once we reached the kitchen table, she grabbed my arm and pointed to the floor.
“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” I heard in my ear, which made it ring.
“What? What? What did I do?” I asked, racking my brain to try to think of any befoulment of the floor I might have committed. I came up with nothing.
“You drew on the floor!!”
Scanning the floor below, I could only shake my head and say,”I don’t know what you’re talking about! I didn’t draw on the floor!” (did she really think I, a college student, was capable of such idiocy?)
She thought I had drawn a smiley face on the floor. When she got down on her knees and inspected it, she realized that it was a knothole and she did apologize.
It became one for the books, an often-told bit of hilarity we remember to this day. The Floor Smiley isn’t the most pleasant smile in the world. It’s almost evil, a little mocking. But still, once you knew it was there, you couldn’t ever not notice it. To really see it you have to see it from far away.
I wonder if the home’s new occupants will ever notice it.