I Let My Son Humiliate Me At Dinner For Half A Minute

plate in front of me with both hands, like it mattered.

It did.

Thomas got the same.

The rest of the table got their replacement dinners a moment later. Not lobster. Redfish, because Thomas had meant what he said.

Olivia looked at hers like it was punishment.

I ate.

Slowly.

My son watched me take three bites before speaking again.

“Mom, I was wrong.”

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