“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up

I was being entertainingly dramatic. “Dude, don’t be tacky about this.”

Erin’s hand slid under the table and found Sophie’s, giving our daughter’s fingers a gentle squeeze. She didn’t look at me, but I could feel her quiet support radiating across the space between us.

The waiter nodded professionally, already half-turned toward his computer terminal.continue reading …