We were at lunch today, and couldn't help notice a certain boy. He is an overweight fourth grader, and not my student - but I knew of him because the teacher sitting next to me adores him and often points him out to me. She pointed him out today because he was by himself and he was devouring his food.
His chin hovered just over the tray. The main course was a chicken leg, and I suppose he could have picked it up, but maybe he thought it was more polite to keep the leg in the tray. So, he pinned the chicken down with his fork, and tore the pieces off with his teeth. In his other hand, he was holding the salt shaker.
He paused to shake salt on his meal. A lot of salt. Or maybe the salt shaker was empty, because the amount he was shaking I was sure would lead to a heart attack by the end of his meal. At this point, we had all stopped to watch him eat - it was so incredible. The boy was alternating between face-full chicken bites and shaking the salt.
He paused to lick his pudding bowl clean.
The boy turned back to his chicken and stood up. He had a piece of chicken in one hand and the salt shaker in the other. He took a bite of the chicken and threw his head back to shake some salt into his mouth, twice.
The boy finished his meal, put his tray away, and he kept his spoon. He began wandering around the cafeteria with his spoon.
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