Great. Looks like both of my parents decided to come.
Wait, mom! Dad says that he wants to have dinner… with both of us.
Normally, I wouldn’t want to, but he did travel all this way. I’m afraid if I don’t go, he’ll throw a fit or something. He seemed fixed on having you there, too. Plus, I’d be a little less nervous if you were with me.
Dinner? Oh.
You know what, let's just give him one shot to not ruin this week. If he acts out, I have no problem telling him to leave. Chin up, peanut.












