This little pea stone is going right in the boy's mouth.
No hesitation. No awkward fumbling over fingers and thumbs.
He doesn't eat more than a thimbleful of genuine food items in any given day.
A bit of banana here, a taste of yogurt there.
He'll gum graham crackers until they are a taupe-colored paste and he'll share most of his Oatio's with the dog. Then he squirms to get down and prowl the kitchen for leftover cracker crumbs and pieces of dog kibble.
So why am I surprised that out on the playground these little rock morsels wouldn't seem like a delicacy?