“Josh, seriously it’s fine, I’m the fussy one, don’t even worry about it.” My actions and words are no use as he turns to me and snaps, “Hallie, you aren’t fussy, you have a sensory aversion to certain foods that is fairly easy to manage.” My heart soars at not just his attention to detail, but his care too, then he turns back towards his father and with a voice like quiet death he seethes, “So, can you cater to my wife's needs or should we find somewhere else to enjoy our dinner?”
