"Okay," I said with a laugh. "Oliver brought me home today, by the way."
"Oh, he's one of my favorites," Mom said.
I gave her an incredulous look.
"You have favorites?" I asked.
Mom shrugged.
"Well, I don't dislike any of them, but Oliver might be my favorite. He's just so polite." She said.
I laughed. "They're all polite."
"Except Leo, maybe." Dad muttered.
"That's true." I agreed with wide eyes.
Mom laughed.
"They all have their pros and cons," I said.
"All men do," Mom commented.
"Mom, did you know that Dad was the one for you the moment you met?" I asked.
Dad whipped his head to me, but I ignored him. Mom is putting lasgana and garlic bread on plates for us. We moved to the table, bringing our plates with us.
"No, she took much longer to convince," Dad said.
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