Last school year, like most mornings, the kids and I were headed out early to school and work. We usually roll in around 7:05 a.m., with just enough time to get our bearings before the day begins. Since I teach at the same school my kids attend, they have the privilege of starting their day alongside me—which, depending on who you ask, is either sweet or a mild form of torture.
That morning, Levi was doing his usual hallway rounds, popping his head into my classroom every so often. Each time, he'd just stand there, staring at me from head to toe—eyes squinted, head tilted—clearly deep in thought. His little wheels were turning.
If you know Levi, you know he's basically a 97½-year-old man trapped in a 7-year-old body. Quirky, charming, completely stuck in his ways, and absolutely lacking a filter. Whatever pops into that head of his comes straight out of his mouth.
After a few more silent inspections, Levi pokes his head in one last time and says, “Mama… you look so beautiful today.”
Now, if you know, you know—I gave him a bit of side-eye, not quite trusting where this was headed.
Still, I smiled and said, “Awww, Levi. That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said.”
He grinned, nodded, and disappeared down the hall.
I waited.
A few seconds later, he's back again.
“Mama,” he said, with the most mischievous smirk, “more like a WELL-FED CHEETAH!”
And just like that, The Well Fed Cheetah was born.
A name we’ll never forget… for a business I hope makes people smile just as much.
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