“Yeah, Dad, I guess I am,” Paul said.
It took a while for six guys to settle on how many pizzas and what kind, and the order was finally placed. When it arrived, we settled down around the fire and munched away. Mike opened a bottle of Cabernet to go along with it. “Who’s the designated driver this evening?” George said.
“Whichever one of us that didn’t drive last night,” Mike said.
“Well, I guess that settles that. Drink a glass for me, please.”
“Babe, you can have one, but no more until Communion.”
“Very funny,” George said.
Robbie, despite his intention to stay awake, was sound asleep by the time the babysitting crew arrived. Mike offered them the remnants of the pizza and told them to help themselves to the wine, and we went down to Mike’s car. As we were pulling out of the garage, I said, “Should we have warned them about the bad guys?”