To all of these people hating in the comments…did you ever think that maybe that kid’s only decent meal or consistent meal might be at his friend’s house? Have any of you ever heard the phrase “it takes a neighbourhood to raise a kid” or maybe Christian charity?

Case in point, my son’s two friends George and Henry these boys are all (3-4) came over yesterday from 0900 until 1300 or so. My wife made them snacks and milk and being the monkeys that little boys are, proceeded to act like whirlwinds. I’m at the kitchen table minding my own business and I see a tiny hand slowly reach up and feel around (we had a bowl of dates) I pushed it toward his hand and I heard Henry’s tiny voice (fank youuu) and he vanished with the bowl. He and his brother George were eating like they hadn’t eaten properly in ages. So when Henry and George’s mom shows up, my son begs to go play at their house, I stuff his backpack with matchbox cars, a loaf of raisin bread and ritz crackers. (Bc I know those two boys will appreciate the food)

It reminded me of when I was a kid. We didn’t have two pennies to rub together and my friend Nikki’s parents and my buddy Ryan’s parents quite literally are responsible for keeping me alive. Pay it forward, especially if you come from a background of abundance.