Scott takes the reins, offers,
Let’s go out on the patio.
Can I get you something
to drink? Iced tea? Lemonade?
We have some soda, too, I
think. Coke. Root beer…
Dad just can’t not be Dad.
How ’bout real beer? Any
kind will do. We’re not
picky, are we, Linda Sue?
He gives her a kiss unsuitable
for mixed company.
[Not picky? Ha! Major
understatement!] I stuff Bree
back inside as Scott guides Dad
and Linda Sue outside. Mom
goes to hustle up a couple of
beers. Heather follows Leigh
upstairs. Jake and I stand here,
exchanging looks of disbelief.
Then we both break down
into a fit of uncontrollable
laughter. Your dad is really
weird, Jake can finally say.
Another major understatement.
Dad and Pal
Overstay their welcome.
[Huge surprise!]
We have planned a birthday
dinner at our favorite