83. Not a Great Idea
Daxter
My father, my brother, and I are waiting for my mother to come down. It's not a big party, but she has decided to attend dressed as if it were a grand gala.
—Why is she taking so long? —My brother complains for the fifth time, and my father and I roll our eyes.
—Don't worry, when it's time to ask your girlfriend, she'll just put on the first thing she finds in the wardrobe. —Now my "mini-me" is the one rolling his eyes, since he doesn't even have a girlfriend and we don't even know if he ever plans to get married.
—I'm ready. —Mom comes out wearing a gown that clearly looks very expensive. —What do you think? It's an Amelia Fuentes. It's beautiful, right? —Dad approaches and takes her hand to give her a kiss.
—If you were wearing a sack, you'd still look
