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Uh oh,” my dad comes in the room but dramatically stops short. “Are we talking about boys?”
I roll my eyes. “No, we’re talking about stubborn men.”
“So we are talking about boys,” he says and comes over to stand beside me, helping himself to some of the veggies off the platter.
“Who did what this time?” he asks Jill.
She raises her hands in defense. “This time it isn’t my problem.”
“Travis is not exactly being the ideal muse,” I say while I dip one of the carrots into the ranch dressing.
“And you really expect him to be?” he asks, trying to hide his smile.
“Well, I expected him to try a little harder,” I say defensively.
“I never understand how you manage to talk him into these things,” my dad says, leaning across the counter for a piece of bruschetta. “Even Scott gave up most times. But you were always able to convince Travis to stick it out with you.”
“Well, we aren’t ten anymore,” I argue. “And apparently he’s taken a card from Scott’s book.”
“I don’t know,” my dad says, wiping his mouth. “He’s always been team Etty. You can’t just switch.”
“Have you and Mom been watching the Twilight series again?” I accuse.
My dad just raises his eyebrows but doesn’t say anything.
My dad is team Jacob; Mom is team Edward; I’m team I don’t care.
Not that I have anything against Twilight, it’s just when you come into the house and your parents are in the middle of a legitimate argument over what creature they would like their daughter to date… things just got weird for me. I toldScott not to drop those movies off at their house; now whenever they have to decide on something they say they are “team so-and-so”.
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