"What do you mean, go home?"

"Alright, guys, go ahead and clean up, please." Seemed to me like a simple request at the end of a Friday before a three day weekend.

A student stalks up to me. "What you mean, 'home'?" he said. "I don't go home!"

(knowing that this student's family is intermittently homeless and living with relatives, I was prepared for some sort of worried discussion. Oh, no.)

"I go to the zoo!" he continued. "For dinner!" He rubbed his stomach. "I eat the animals!"

Oh, Tom.