When Nick and I were unpacking yesterday, I asked him about three boxes full of snacks and socks in ziploc bags. I wondered if Camille had encouraged them to make donations for the homeless.
But no, he did it on his own.
He said there was a homeless man asking for food or money and Nick had nothing to give him.
He felt really bad about it, so he bought supplies and made kits so he'd have something on hand next time--socks from the $1 store along with fruit snacks, granola bars and rice krispie treats.
--time out to wipe a tear about how sweet he is--
I put a box in the garage so we could divide them up between our cars
and left the other two on the mudroom bench.
Somehow Kershaw could smell food even wrapped in packaging
sealed in a ziploc.
(All our house guests have had Kershaw get into their stuff before,
and I should know better, but it didn't even cross my mind.
Chris said, "He didn't get into the fruit snacks, but looks like he
smoke checked all the nature valleys and 3 rice krispies."
I don't know what "smoke check" means, but it made me laugh.
Thankfully, Kershaw wasn't tempted after going through this batch and didn't touch the other box.
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