He started off as a boy. Really, a young man in the making. But the urdge was to great. The situation was too big. It overwhelmed him with temptation.
The home made bread was to much for any one boy. Ive done my son wrong. I let him cut his own bread. So he took an inch. Literally.
I should of been there. OH WHY WASENT I THERE?!?! The young man had full unsupervised access to the peanut butter. So he scooped it as he would ice cream.
One inch of PB on one inch of bread.
It gets worse. Portion control I call it. It was a great idea. Buy individual jam packets. One or maybe two jam packets per child. But he REBELLED!!! He just was uncontrollable. Unstoppable. He just kept applying jam after jam after jam!!! It was horrifying.
I couldn't watched. His youngest sister begged him to stop. "WHY?!?!BRO BRO?!?!WWWHHYYY?!"
The train wreck to follow was far to much for a group of girls to watch. Children cried into their mothers bosoms. Toddlers ran to hide from the horror. I just sobbed and held the young children as they watched in horror.
He ate his mess. Like a lion devouring a fresh kill. Prey went across his face, on the wall, all over the wall, the table, the floor, the chair and his hair.
Why? Why does such things happen to good people?
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