I Asked the Waiter for One Change, and My Brother Finally Choked

on the knife.

That was worse.

Kids don’t invent that kind of sentence. Not with those exact words.

Janine put her wineglass down hard enough to make it knock against the plate.

“You said that?”

Eric looked around the room like he was shopping for an ally and finding clearance items only.

“I was joking.”

“About an eight-year-old.”

“I said he doesn’t even eat continue reading …