Prodigal son

Two months after taking one son out to dinner on his first evening out of hospital following his lucky escape, here I am in another university town with his brother. I was here for an exam board (a duty I took on mainly to have an excuse to visit G), and we made it a special occasion by going to a fancy restaurant that he had always wanted to visit.The food was delicious, the occasion memorable. Why shouldn't they both have a slice of the fatted calf, when I can provide it?