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

like this.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

Before I could respond, Sam returned with a basket of warm bread.

He smiled as he set it down.

“I hope… you enjoy.”

Leo waited until Sam had turned away.

Then he mimicked Sam’s careful walk.

Stiff shoulders.

Slow steps.

Head tilted.

He whispered, “I hope… you enjoy.”

Then he snickered.

I went still.

The couple at the next table continue reading …