“He’ll be fine. He’s used to having less,” my sister-in-law joked as her children ate lobster while my son sat there with an empty plate. I didn’t argue or make a scene. I simply waited. When the waiter returned, I calmly said, “Bring my son the same thing I usually order at the Four Seasons.” The entire table fell silent.
The rest of the table continued eating as though nothing unusual had happened. A waiter approached. “Would you like a menu, sir?” Before I could answer, Naomi spoke. “One should be enough. Caleb probably...