"Dad brought us Steak & Shake for lunch today."
"Lucky you. Did he bring it for both you and Savannah?"
"Did he just drop it off or did he stay and eat with you?"
"He just dropped it off."
"I guess that would be too embarrassing if he stayed and ate with you guys, huh?"
"Nah. It would be ok if Dad ate with us at school."
"Really? It wouldn't embarrass you if Dad ate with you and your friends?"
"Nah, my friends like him."
"So, could I come to school and eat lunch with you guys?"
I've never seen such a look of horror cross Austin's face. It was worse than the time I dared to touch his shoulder while we were shopping.
"What? So Dad can eat with you, but I can't? Ohh I see how this works. Dad's fine, but Mom's just way too embarrassing. Uh-huh. So that's how I rate."
"Well, it's just that Dad is goofy and immature like us."
"He fits in with us."
I don't know how, but I somehow resisted giving him the whole, "I was in labor with you for 18 hours! I nursed you for 9 months. I got up with you several times a night for over a year and a half until you finally stopped crying and decided to sleep through the night. I played four million hours of Pokemon on your Gameboy with you until you learned how to do it yourself, I took you to the zoo six thousand times during your I Love Elephants stage. And you puked in my hair when you were sick!" lecture.
Such is the fate of a mother.