Once their pies were ready, I brought them back myself to find Dad absolutely charmed with Bee while he told her embarrassing stories about me and Nolan in the height of puberty. “You gotta shut your old man up,” Nolan said as I placed his favorite, pepperoni and banana peppers, down in front of him. I smirked. “Dad, don’t forget to tell her about the time Nolan got drunk at homecoming and peed in Mom’s birdbath.” Dad slapped his hand to his chest, laughing so hard he was wheezing. “He did what now?” Mom asked in shocked disgust. “In my birdbath?”
