Stephane
My parents absolutely loved Wyatt. Mom told me how gorgeous she thought he was.
“Honey if I was ten years younger, and I didn’t have your father, you’d have some competition on your hands.”
“Ew, mom! Ew. That’s just…no. Just…no!” She cracked up at that.
“He is a cutie. Is he good to you sweetie? That’s what I really care about?”
“Yes, mom, he’s great. I really, really like him.”
“Well, if you like him, then I love him.”
Dad started off giving him a hard time, but as soon as Wyatt mentioned that he played football in college, Dad instantly changed his tune. They discussed college and pro teams, stats of this player and that player, bowl games, etc. I was starting to think that dad might be a little infatuated with him.
After dinner we all sat down and exchanged gifts.
