No, the cinnamon eater is one of the other two with him. He used to have a job pushing carts in at Superstore. I'd see him pushing a dozen in through deep snow like it was a football tackling dummy. He's built like a tank. The night it happened, he said he just put his head down and ran at the guy hitting him in the stomach like a bull. The third boy was the one we adopted. He's skinny, but 6'6" tall, and grew up as the youngest of 9 in a pretty abusive home so he learned to fight before he learned to walk. When we got him at 17 he was under 6 foot, and grew six inches in the first year. People thought I was feeding him nuclear waste. I was feeding him alot, but no plutonium. Branden eats alot too, but just can't gain much weight. Well, truthfully, they all eat pretty nonstop. We buy groceries at the warehouse that restaurant owners use. We never know how many are going to show up to eat on a daily basis. We don't turn anyone away. Fed 36 for thanksgiving. The local food bank saves stuff for us, and a homeless shelter downtown calls us when they get more stuff than they can use before expiration date. We've been investigated a couple of times by social workers because they can't figure us out. They assume we are taking them in to run drugs for us or doing porno. Once they figure out we're just nut bars, they want to send more kids to us. My husband and I aren't going to have kids of our own, and we both should have died in our 20's, so figured we got saved for something.