I Was A Black Child With Pancakes

I was a four or five year old black child eating breakfast at IHOP or Denny's. I was eating with my new dream mom and dad. I did not order, but got a plate of pancakes covered in bacon and maple syrup. I was pretty happy, but my dream-dad was really mad that the waitress forgot to get me my gravy. I kept trying to tell him that it was OK, and that I thought I wanted gravy but this was actually just fine and gravy might be weird. He insisted that I need to understand it is the principle of the thing: he asked for gravy and we didn't get it. The older waitress never got close enough to ask for the gravy. My dream-mom was silent but in agreement with me.