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

on and off again.

Halfway there, he broke the silence.

“Mom.”

Nothing.

“It was just a joke.”

I kept my eyes on the road.

“Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”

Still nothing.

He crossed his arms.

“You’re acting like I committed a crime.”

My grip tightened on the wheel.

When we reached the driveway, he reached for the door.

“Can I go to my room now?”

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