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“Baz!” Dad calls out from my parents’ bedroom on the first morning of summer holiday. Then suddenly he's stood in front of us all - Daddy, Ty, and me - at breakfast wearing nothing but his pants and an incredulous stare.
Daddy looks up from the paper he's been grading and quirks an eyebrow. He gestures at Dad with his pen and says, “You're wearing my pants.”
“They made it into my drawer somehow, yeah. But the real question here is how do you wear these ?”
Daddy glances down in what becomes a curt nod. “You seem to have the hang of it. What are you getting at, Snow?” He still calls Dad that sometimes, even after all these years. He says it's ingrained. Dad likes it anyhow, I think. I think he thinks of it as flirting, which it probably is.
“They haven't got a dick hole.” And there it is, the crux of the matter.
Daddy lets out an exasperated sigh and drops his eyes to his paper again. “Wonderful topic of conversation for breakfast, love-”
“I've already eaten-”
“Now go put some clothes on; you're traumatizing the children.”
I sneak a glance at Ty, who blinks a few times while he chews his toast - open-mouthed but still managing to smirk, somehow - before looking at me. Sat there with a messy tawny bun, mouth full of toast and eyes full of sleep, he doesn't look the least bit traumatized. He shrugs and I can't help but smile.
It's always good to know that nothing's changed around here while we've been away at school.