"Kevin, would you stop that? You are eating like a pig." I said to Kevin as we sat eating our lunch in the cafeteria.

It was a week since the boys had took me to the gym and I found out Carson's extracurricular activity. Since then all I could think about was how dangerous it is and that he could get seriously injured. At least now I know why he has always come to school with cuts and bruises.

"No, I'm not." Kevin defended, his mouth stuffed with food.

"Eww," I wrinkled up my face. "Stop talking with the food in your mouth."

Kevin swallowed the food that was in...