My son rolled his eyes and laughed at our waiter with Down syndrome—so I taught him a lesson he’ll never forget.

I’ll be old before my steak gets here.”

Under it was a laughing emoji.

Then another line.

“Pretty sure I could do his job faster.”

I stared at the words.

Then at my son.

“Delete that.”

“Come on.”

“Delete it.”

“It’s funny.”

“No.”

“It’s cruel.”

He shrugged.

“He’s never going to see it.”

“That’s not the point.”

Leo leaned back.

“Mom, everyone jokes about people.”

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