Egon charms people. All of them. The nutritionist. His (poor, beleaguered) teachers. Shara. Us. He is funny and thoughtful and empathetic.
And sometimes he quivers with moral outrage.
I was forwarded a job posting for “Youth Tobacco Compliance Inspectors” These are the 15-17 year old teens who go into convenience stores and try to buy cigarettes. I thought maybe this would appeal to Egon’s sense of adventure and role-playing (this is the kid who dresses as Walter White and drops off paper bags on friends’ porches). So I brought home the flyer.
Egon was disgusted and appalled. “That is a TERRIBLE job. That is a bad job! Everyone would hate me!” he threw back as he marched upstairs. Then he paused half-way up the flight, and added over his shoulder, “That would really mess with people’s trust issues.”
Later, eating dinner, he dribbled half of a mouthful back into his bowl. In response to our astonished expressions, he said, “Something healthy got in my mouth by accident.”