The first clue there was something wrong/different was his obsession with food. I noticed it the first day he was in my care. He'd become very excited at the site of food, while talking about food, or if he smelled food. I'll never forget "snack time" with Spencer for as long as I live. It was funny at first. That might sound a bit mean of me, but I'm sorry, it was funny. Especially the one time he had already had seconds and when was told "no, you can NOT have thirds" he asked to "go to the bathroom" and came out with chocolate all over his face.

"What were you eating in there and where did you get it, Spenc?"

Spencer stuttered.

"N-n-n-nothing M-m-mmmmmmmiss Y"

"Oh, really? Then why IS THERE CHOCOLATE ALL OVER YOUR FACE?"

SNAPS.

It stopped being funny after a few days because it became apparent there was a problem. I think I figured out it wasn't normal the time he ate one too many hot dogs, opened the door and threw up in front of everyone like it was no big deal. Or maybe it was the time he was talking with his mouth closed, full of what I thought to be food. After he swollowed, he said "T-t-ttthhhat was th-th-thhrowup." Or maybe it was the time he was arguing with me about something and he accidently spit on my sweater, only it wasn't spit, it was a chunk of puke.

After months of having to put up with bad behavior and being puked on, we were finally informed that he had Prader-Willie Syndrome.

Thanks for letting us know A YEAR LATER.

Anyway, back to the reason the picture reminded me of Spenc.

Spencer had a foot fetish and was obsessed with smelling my feet. I found this out one afternoon while my group had come in to watch a movie. I was sitting on a chair, and Spenc parked his ass right next to me on the ground. A few minutes into the movie, I felt something touching my feet. I looked down and noticed Spenc had his hand on the bottom of my sandal and was trying to touch my feet. I didn't think much of it at first. Until I noticed HIM PUT HIS FINGERS UP TO HIS NOSE AND SNIFF LIKE CRAZY.

It was like when he would stick his hands down the back of his shorts, rub around his crack, put his fingers up to his nose and S-N-I-F-F his finger, only, it wasn't his asscrack! It was feet! MY FEET! Oh my God, he was trying to smell my feet!

I wanted to throw up. I got up out of my chair and told my co-workers. They didn't believe me at first, but then they noticed Spenc had followed me and was eyeing my feet.

It was the most, aahh, I can't even explain how dirty I felt.

He would mention my feet often, one time asking me if I put lotion on them because they "looked so soft."

HE WAS ONLY 10, PEOPLE.

The most shocking moment came on the way home from a field trip. We had taken the class on a walk to the nearby fast food joint to get milkshakes. I was walking with a coworker, trying to keep the kids from jumping in the street and getting hit by a car. Spencer walks over to me and says "M-mm-mmmmmmmmmmiss Y. M-mmmm-mmmmy mom doesn't w-w-waaaant me to t-t-tell you this, bu-uuuut, I have dreams about smmmmelling your fffffeet."

I swear to God, I didn't know what to do or how to respond. I think I said something like "Well, Spenc, if your mom told you not to tell me, why are you disobeying her? Now, stop looking at my feet and GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK." Ok, I didn't say the last part, but I wanted to. And I wanted to quit my job so I didn't ever have to see him again because... GROSS.

I can not believe I haven't told the internet about the minor who loved to sniff my feet until today.

Aren't you glad I shared?