I gave an answer I didn’t expect. “Because we’re not Amazons,” I told him. “We don’t threaten our kids with treating them like something they’re not.”
For the second time that day, Bert smiled at me. “It’s shit like that that makes me think you’d be a great father.”
“Thanks!” I blushed. Damn. We were having a moment.
“Not as good as me, mind you.” And now it was done. “But close.”
He gave me a slap on the back hard enough to force me to exhale. “Ooof! What’d you say to that dickhole anyways?”
Bert’s face stiffened and he cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t worry about it. The girl’s are still gettin’ pretty and Bruce is still bonding with the baby. Lemme take you to The Tub.”
The Tub was the local bar.