5 min readFeb 8, 2019
I knew my oldest son was a different kind of kid the day he left for elementary school with a piece of cold lunch meat in his jeans. The front pocket. Ham specifically.
Not in a bag.
He left for school a different day with a hard-boiled egg in the outer flap of his backpack. No shell, just the egg, cold and naked.
Not in a bag.
Hearing this you’d assume he was sneaking food because he was never fed.