A man and his son sat down at the table in front of me. They look nothing alike but are quite obviously related. The dad is wearing a shirt that reads 'use protection' underneath a pair of science goggles. It is black and has clearly been bleached on accident in various places.
The kid has ordered a cheese quesadilla and the Dad, tacos. The Dad sits down after spilling on his face and dropping his napkin and asks, "Do you want a taco?"
the kid shakes his head no and the two continue to eat in peace as I marvel at the fathers hair that perks up like a bow in the center of his head due to his receding hair line and then flows back and curls out like a doll.
A family sits down next to me. There's the wife carrying a teeny baby in a car seat and another child roughly two years old with her husband. The baby is only a few months old and the little one starts whining for water.
After they sit the toddler nearly spills the water all over himself and his father's food. After a miraculous save, the father turns to his son and asks, "Do you want a taco?"
The kid shakes his head no and the baby starts to cry. The father jumps up to grab and hold him while still managing to eat a taco at the same time.
I don't know what it is about Father's wanting to share their tacos, but it seems to be innate. I can barely afford guacamole for myself, let alone feed a family. I'm consistently impressed by the people that surround me and how they manage to raise mini humans, which to me, ultimately means possibly sacrificing a taco.