When one of the kids was in fourth grade, his friend Charlie called after school, said he was starving, and mom didn’t buy groceries. Can he ride his bike over for a snack? Not like they were poor, his mom inherited over two million. So he was at our house every day after school for months. And asked if I would bring scotcheroos to one of his birthday parties.
Just this week, come home, there are three teenage boys making sandwiches in my kitchen and none of them were mine.
What the actual crap? Makes me wonder if Charlies mom is a health nut and doesn't allow any yummy snacks or food.
You apparently have the best food in the neighborhood, so you have that going for you, which is nice.