We’re in one of those years where it matters whether the kids’ discount is “12-and-under” or “under-12.” Today after church we ate at a buffet that is “12-and-under” for $2.95. As I watched my new middle-schooler go back . . . and back . . . and back, I thought, “Today I’ve made money.”
You made me laugh out loud, Mike. Thanks. I guess maybe you’re mentally (and financially) prepared for the never ending amount of food that a teenage boy requires (you do remember that from Matt, right?)!
You brought to mind the memory of a middle school missionary kid in Mexico City. One day I watched in astonishment as he prepared himself a “snack” which included, IIRC, two roast beef and cheese sandwiches, three peanut butter and jelly, two 16-oz glasses of milk, three brownies and who knows how many pieces of fresh fruit.
When I remarked, “I see you have a proverbial hollow leg there guy” - his immediate retort was, “Nope, two of ‘em.” (He grew into a 6′8″ man, btw)
For me it brought back memories of being that 12 year old boy with an appetite for pizza. My parents used to take us to a Ghatti’s (the ones in the 80’s with orange carpet and mood lighting). They charged by the child’s weight!