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February 6, 2016
He was sitting at the table eating crackers. Just jamming them in, completely heedless of the size of the crackers or the capacity of his mouth to hold them. Too disgusted to look, I called him a crumb-bum.

Being four, he was not familiar with the phrase but noted in it an unkind tone. He looked to me for reassurance, and finding none, began to cry.

I am temporarily responsible for your physical safety, I told him. Nowhere does it say I cannot reveal your vices to you or promote the virtues that are important in the adult world.