Billy the Kid - 300 Word Flash Fiction

“Oh Billy, I love you,” his mother told him and held him close. “You are the best four year old ever,” she gushed.
Billy buried his face in his mother’s neck and whispered, “Momma, I love you most.”
Billy was 4 and it was long odds that he ever be 5.
This was the feeling that pervaded the restaurant mere minutes after Billy’s arrival there. They were trying this one out because it was always filled with kids, loud kids. It was also somewhere that Billy had never been to. Not great for Billy but they would not stare daggers at his mom right away.
The hostess smiled warmly at Billy and patted Billy’s silky brown hair to the only empty table and thought fondly of her grandson.
It began as Billy cringed from her touch and snapped his teeth. His mom smiled an apology at the hostess and seated Billy herself.
He balled up the straw wrapper and blew spit balls at his mother. He chattered loudly about his cartoons. No one had ever seen a kid so loud and annoying. He crumbled the biscuits and dropped the leavings on the floor. The food came and Billy grabbed a french fry and it burned. It hurt. Nothing had ever hurt Billy like this before in his coddled life.
“F&*$%,” shouted Billy.
A hush fell throughout the restaurant and the workers peaked from behind the curtain to see.
Then the smack rang out and a gasp rose in waves.
Billy’s eyes filled with tears and his scream was locked in his throat for a moment.
It was just enough time for the cheers and applause to wash over Billy and his mother. Billy sat down and glared about the room. His mother cried openly and smiled just a little bit.