The kids are just victims... So I work as a waitress/cashier at a noodle restaurant. It's casual dining, so you pay for your food at the front, then we bring it out to you. As is everywhere else, all of the dishes are at least 2 servings of pasta, plus the typical butter/heavy cream/cheese sauce, and comes with a breadstick. They are all upwards of 800 calories.  We do sell kids sizes, though, and those are actually a single serving of pasta. A hamily walks in, Huge mom, grotesque dad, and a very round 8-yr old girl.  I go through my usual greeting with a smile (cause I have to) : "Hey, how are all you guys?" The dad belches out "goood." without taking his eyes off the menu.  The little girl slowly comes to stand in front of the register, in front of me, and I lean down and ask with a smile what she wants. She quietly and shyly says "Can I have the kids macaroni and cheese?" I was surprised, as its not unusual for kids to order the adult dishes (I'd say half are fat and half are active/going through growth spurt).   It's also not unusual for adults to order the kids sizes (the smart sensible ones.) This kid looked like the one who would order the adult dish, plus extra bread and cheese on the side. So I happily pressed the button on the kids' menu, when the dad came waddling over from the menu on the wall. "Kids! Don't yuh want thuh regoolerr size?" She was still looking at me, embarrasment and shame in her eyes. She slowly shook her head. "Are yuh shur?" She looked down at the ground, her face going red, and shook her head again. The man looked at me, "Get hur thuh regoolerr one." My smile had slowly disappeared, and I silently tapped at the screen to switch the dishes. "Now, werr gonna have two alfredos, and I'll take a large soda." The wife steps up and says, "I'll have the pomodora pasta and a large soda." So, now I have a total four dishes for three people. I ask "Do you still want the two alfredos?" The man reaches out and slaps his large belly, "Ima big man, I need a lotta food." Him and his wife laugh, I don't even smile. Their laugh turns uncomfortable, and pitters to a stop. I take his card, give them their drinks, all the time the girl looking at me or the ground. As they walk to the drink area, she takes one last sad look at me, and I give her a sympathetic smile before I have to take the next people's order.