I Let Them Use My Money Until They Fed My Son a Hotdog

card covered in colorful drawings.

Now he was trying to convince me he didn’t mind eating a hotdog while everyone else enjoyed a luxury meal.

I rested my hand gently on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to eat it.”

Eric laughed.

“Oh, come on.”

“He’s eight.”

“Kids don’t appreciate expensive steak anyway.”

His wife nodded in agreement.

“Honestly…”

“He’ll probably continue reading …