Over dinner, I tell Dad that I would like to come with him to his golf game tomorrow. He agrees right away. He tells me to be ready at five-thirty in the morning, or he will leave without me.
Waking up in the early morning is not a problem for me. By five-thirty in the morning, I am ready.
“Wow….new shirt…..new shoes!” I pretend that I haven’t seen them before.
“These were on sale,” Dad replies.
I take a glance at Mom, and I see her frowning face.
“You should wash it first,” Mom says, still frowning.
“It’s clean,” Dad says.
“You just can’t wait to show it off.”
“What are you talking about?” Dad grumbles. Then without saying goodbye, he walks out towards the car.
I kiss Mom and give her a guarantee that I will watch Dad closely every single minute.
Dad starts the conversation as soon as we are in the car.
