A Martyr No More

We had a family dinner at Chuy’s one night. Our twelve year old son was goofing off with his brothers and blowing bubbles in his water for a couple seconds. His dad told him to stop. Our son was still laughing and smiling with the straw in his mouth and some more bubbles blew. He wasn’t being defiant.
My ex took our son’s cup, got in his face, and with a nasty sneer told him he was acting like a two year old. That put an icy chill on the rest of the dinner and our son tried not to cry.