IT'S NOT WHAT WE'RE EATING; IT'S WHAT'S EATING US
I often have lunch with my third-grade grandson at his school. You might be surprised about their conversation if you take the time to listen to a group of eight-year-old boys. I always thought females enjoyed gossiping, including me, but I discovered males do, too. Although, males never get called on it, to my knowledge. Maybe they have, and I haven’t paid attention. But I’ve been tuning into the boys in the lunchroom. They forget I’m sitting there after a few minutes, and the gossip starts flowing. It’s fascinating. One of the boys in my grandson’s friend group always has a gigantic lunch and wolfs down his two sandwiches, chips, two drinks, and desserts as fast as possible. He doesn’t interact with the other boys because he’s focused on stuffing his face. Seeing that his already above-average girth will keep swelling doesn't take much imagination. The other boys move when he starts spreading catsup or mayonnaise on his chips, sandwiches, and desserts because his behavi...