I’d like to think its karma.
Exhausted from the holiday traffic on I-65, the kids, Chaz and I pile out of the car and stumble into Bob Evans. We need food.
A man approaches our table and hands us a coupon for a free kids meal. “You look like you could use this,” he says, smiling at the boys who happily color their menus, thrilled to be out of the car.
We certainly can. I. is going through a growth spurt. Although he measures in the 25th percentile for weight, he packs food away. Clearly his hollow leg helps. “Thanks!”
“It’s a random act in reverse!” My husband says. Yes, yes, it is.