My son is figuring out personal dynamics, or maybe he’s just a creep | Séamas O’Reilly

His pitiless eyeballing of fellow diners in the restaurant proves a little hard to digestIt starts off quite nice, lovely even. My wife and I will be enjoying a meal, only to hear adoring laughter, or cooing from the table behind. At this point, we’ll turn to see that my son has been staring at our delighted co-diners. We smile, too, but thinly, the way you might when someone on the tube says you smell nice. We’ve been through this before and know what comes next; a gradual unravelli