This short story at the end of Genesis 25 has always stuck with me. Up until this point, we had not heard much about birthrights, and it seems no one in this account comes out smelling like roses. The parents played favorites, the brothers took sides, and the manipulative younger one (by a few seconds) takes advantage of the less-discerning older one, and not for the last time.
I don’t know how old they were when this took place, but it seems like an impulsive adolescent thing to do. This much I do know, you don’t get in the way of a hungry teenage boy and food of any kind.