One of my favorite memories

One Thursday night when NBZ was a new program, we cooked an especially big spaghetti meal for the benefit of the Foxmen who had been on scant food for the day and were on silence. I was walking around the main part of the dining hall, and a particularly small Scout, about a minute long and half a minute wide, is sitting with a canvas headband fervently eating. His Scoutmaster is watching him inhale spaghetti. I commented, "It looks like you are enjoying dinner." The Scout nods, grabs my arm, and kisses the back of my hand several times.