The afternoon sun streamed through my kitchen window as I watched little Jake carefully trace a rainbow in chalk on our patio. His little sister Cindy was giggling beside him, her hands already stained purple.
“Aunt Kayla, look!” Cindy squealed, pointing proudly at a crude, lopsided castle.
I knelt beside her. “That’s beautiful! Is that where the princess lives?”
Her face turned serious. “No. That’s where the dragons live.”
I smiled, letting the warmth of these simple moments settle into me. Behind us, my husband Finn was chatting with his parents while his sister Nina scrolled on her phone, her default setting whenever she stayed with us. She and the kids camped at our house every weekend. The kids were sweet. Nina… not so much.
The peace shattered when Nina piped up, “Okay, everyone. Time to get ready for dinner! Let’s go!”
I glanced at my watch. “It’s only 5:15. The early bird specials don’t kick in until six.”
“So?” Nina shrugged without even looking up. “We can eat at regular prices.”
My stomach tightened. I’d planned for this dinner, budgeted for it. Regular prices meant double the cost — nearly $200 for the whole group instead of the $75 I’d planned with my coupon.
“Why don’t we wait 45 minutes? I’ve got a great coupon — we’ll save a hundred bucks.”
Nina’s face darkened. “I don’t want to wait. The kids are getting cranky.”
I glanced at Jake and Cindy. Still playing. Still happy.
“They seem fine.”
“They’re NOT,” Nina snapped, gathering them up. “Come on kids, inside. Get cleaned up.”
I tried one last time. “It’s just 45 minutes, Nina.”
She spun toward me, voice sharp. “If you can’t afford to take us out without a coupon, maybe you shouldn’t have offered.”
The words landed like a slap. Finn and I had offered this dinner. Out of kindness.
“It’s not about affording it. It’s called being smart.”
But she was already inside, corralling the kids. Moments later, they emerged clutching their stomachs, groaning theatrically.
“Aunt Kayla, I’m soooo hungry!” Jake moaned.
Cindy joined in, eyes wide with forced desperation. “My tummy’s growling!”
My eyes snapped to Nina, who stood behind them smirking. The manipulation was infuriating.
“Poor things,” Daisy gasped. “We shouldn’t make them wait.”
I clenched my fists as Charlie nodded in agreement.
Finn looked at me, unsure. “We could wait, but if Nina wants to go now…”
“Exactly!” Nina crowed. “Let’s go!”
Something inside me snapped. But instead of losing my temper, I smiled. “You’re absolutely right, Nina. Let’s go.”
Her eyes sparkled with victory as everyone gathered their things.
As we slid into our booth at the restaurant, I excused myself and headed straight for the server, Marcus.
“I need a little favor,” I whispered, slipping him a folded $20. “Can you split our orders? Only bring their food out right away. Hold ours until after six.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”
I nodded. “Very sure.”
Back at the table, I sat down smiling. “All ready?”
Nina went big: salmon, lobster tail, steak, prime rib for Jake, chicken parmesan for Cindy. The most expensive items she could find.
As their food arrived twenty minutes later, Nina gloated. “See? No big deal.”
I calmly waited. Then Marcus returned, placing a small folder next to her plate.
“Here’s your separate check, ma’am,” he said cheerfully.
Nina blinked. “What?”
I smiled sweetly. “Remember? I was paying for dinner at six. Since you insisted on eating now, this one’s on you.”
Her face flushed. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m being perfectly consistent.”
“This is ridiculous!” she hissed. “You offered to pay!”
“I offered to pay at six. You chose to eat early. I even made it happen for you.”
She turned to Finn for backup. He just shrugged, barely holding back a grin. “Kayla’s right.”
Desperately, she appealed to her parents.
Charlie cleared his throat. “No point wasting a good coupon.”
Daisy nodded, avoiding eye contact.
Fuming, Nina swiped her card for $98 while the rest of us happily dug into our meals — perfectly timed with the 6:00 coupon.
By the time we finished, Nina was practically vibrating with rage.
“Come on, kids. We’re leaving,” she snapped.
“But Aunt Kayla and Uncle Finn are still eating!” Jake whined.
“NOW,” she hissed, dragging them toward the door.
I called after her, all sunshine and sweetness. “Thanks for joining us! We’ll have to do this again sometime!”
The steel glare she shot back was priceless.
Later that evening, as Finn wrapped his arm around me, he whispered, “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”
I smiled. “Just don’t weaponize your kids, and we’ll be fine.”
Sometimes, the best payback is simply giving people exactly what they demanded.
And trust me — nothing tastes better than standing up for yourself.
