Back story #1
Dude isn’t a big fan of food. He’s an extremely picky eater and he eats SUPER SLOW. I have seen the kid make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich last one and a half hours (I’m actually not exaggerating). Our family is convinced that if we didn’t sit him down for meals 3x a day, he would probably go days without seeking out food.. except maybe pretzels in a cup.
Therefore, when Dude takes an interest in eating, it’s kind of a big deal.
Back in the hey day of running Dude around for therapy, we ate fast food a lot more than we do now. One night, probably around the time I was 12, Mom, Dude, and I stopped at Wendy’s for dinner. Mom asked me to take Dude and find a seat while she ordered our food. We proceeded to the seats near the windows, so Dude could watch the cars passing on the busy street outside (one of his favorite activities at the time).
I was busy brushing some crumbs off the selected table, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dude lunge and grab a handful of fries off a man’s tray.
This is the kid who dislikes eating. Go figure.
Luckily, the man was a good sport about it. He brushed off my apologies and said, “My kids swipe my food all the time. It’s no problem at all!”