When we landed, I dragged two exhausted toddlers, three heavy bags, and a broken stroller through the terminal. Eric strolled out looking refreshed. At baggage claim, my father-in-law greeted me warmly, but when Eric approached, his dad simply said, “Son… we’ll talk later.

”That evening, after the twins were asleep, Eric was called into his dad’s study. Their conversation was private, but it was clear his dad wasn’t pleased.The next night at dinner, Eric’s dad ordered drinks for everyone, then turned to the waiter and said, “And for him, just a glass of milk—he’s still learning how to travel like an adult.”