Can you put this meat in the refrigerator for me?

It's Tuesday morning. The intern and I are standing guard by the bungalow bathrooms. The 8:15 bell rings. The kids scamper to class. Some linger and sneak that last minute drink at the fountain. Fourth grader Felipe walks up to us and slowly unzips his backpack. Felipe's a good kid so I'm not thinking anything bad is going to happen (if you know what I mean). He takes out a hunk of meat that's nicely wrapped in plastic and he asks me if I would put it in the refrigerator. Of course I say yes and ask him why he has brought a hunk of meat to school. I think it's a fair question. He tells me and the intern that it's for the after school program, they're going to have a barbecue. Now it makes sense. Going to have a barbecue. I forgot to ask him if he also brought barbecue sauce, because you have to have sauce too. I explained to the intern that an important administrator job is to make sure meat products brought to school are kept appropriately chilled. We don't want anyone to get sick. I hope he wrote that down in his reflection journal. I'll check on Monday. This was the first time in 17 (22 if you count my college aide days) years in this biz that a kid has ever given me a piece of meat and asked me to put it in the refrigerator. When a kid gives you meat...that's trust, that's love.