The family came to the restaurant for lunch. The waitress took the order from the adults and then turned to their seven-year-old son.

— What will you order?

The boy looked timidly at the adults and said:

— I'd like a hot dog.

Before the waitress could write down the order, her mother intervened:

— No hot dogs! Bring him a steak with mashed potatoes and carrots.

The waitress ignored her.

— Will you have a hot dog with mustard or ketchup? — She asked the boy.

— With ketchup.

"I'll be there in a minute," the waitress said and went into the kitchen.

There was a deafening silence at the table. Finally, the boy looked at those present and said:

— You know what? She thinks I'm real!