Dinnertime

Two students from Rock's elementary school class were at his house, and both were confused by his toaster oven and the proper time to use it. Apparently, neither of them knew how to read or understood how inappropriate it was to begin meal preparation at four a.m.
One, an African-American boy perhaps eight years old, had moved the oven from Rock's kitchen to his front bedroom. The other—a short, overweight, balding middle-aged white man with Down syndrome—was in the kitchen, where he had opened a can of cat food and spooned its contents into a saucepan on the stovetop.