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

out a quiet laugh.

“What?”

I asked.

“Nothing.”

His grin said otherwise.

I leaned in.

“Cut it out.”

“I didn’t even do anything.”

I held his gaze a beat longer before letting it drop.

Maybe that would be the end of it.

It wasn’t.

Minutes later, Sam came back with our drinks.

He set each glass down exactly in place. Then he opened his small notebook.

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