Now it was my turn to ask him some questions.
“Funny you should ask that. I wanted to know if you wanted to come with my family on a reunion/vacation on Cape Cod the first week in July? Your mom said she was Okay with her it but it was up to you.”
“Gee, I’d like to, but I don’t know.”
“Is it the night time stuff your worried about?”
“Kind of, plus what are you going to tell people, I’m the little boy your babysitting? That would be embarrassing.”
“Well first off, nobody is going to know about your sleeping issues. I’ve got it worked so that you and I will have adjoining rooms. My mom spoke to your mom, it turns out they know each other. So, we’re going to say you’re the son of one of my mom’s friends who is staying with us while she’s out of the country. We won’t have to use the “B” word.”
“Okay then, lets do it.”
“Excellent!” I said. And at the same moment the food arrived.
My iced tea was in one of the huge cups that you typically see in “casual eating” establishment. Kevin’s drink was in a little plastic cup with snap on lid and built in straw. Sponge Bob and Patrick Star were smiling out at us.
“Do you want me to ask her to bring you your drink in a normal cup?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about it. I have to watch how much I drink during the day too otherwise I keep having to go to the bathroom.”
We ate our salads. As we were finishing up. Kevin said, “Uh oh. I think there were some croutons in my salad.”
I called over the waitress and asked and she said, “Yeah, sorry about that. I forgot what you said about the croutons so I picked them off the plate before I served.”
I looked at Kevin. “Is this going to be a problem?”
“Maybe, I’m not sure, it’s been so long since I had anything with gluten.”
“Please get the manager,” I said.