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"
School
’
s
out
forever
,
"
Teddy
sings
over
Dad
’
s
protests
.
"
Ever
the
optimist
,
"
I
say
.
Mom
laughs
.
She
puts
a
plate
of
slightly
charred
pancakes
down
on
the
kitchen
table
.
"
Eat
up
,
family
.
"
We
pile
into
the
car
,
a
rusting
Buick
that
was
already
old
when
Gran
gave
it
to
us
after
Teddy
was
born
.
Mom
and
Dad
offer
to
let
me
drive
,
but
I
say
no
.
Dad
slips
behind
the
wheel
.
He
likes
to
drive
now
.
He
’
d
stubbornly
refused
to
get
a
license
for
years
,
insisting
on
riding
his
bike
everywhere
.
Back
when
he
played
music
,
his
ban
on
driving
meant
that
his
bandmates
were
the
ones
stuck
behind
the
wheel
on
tours
.
They
used
to
roll
their
eyes
at
him
.
Mom
had
done
more
than
that
.
She
’
d
pestered
,
cajoled
,
and
sometimes
yelled
at
Dad
to
get
a
license
,
but
he
’
d
insisted
that
he
preferred
pedal
power
.
"
Well
,
then
you
better
get
to
work
on
building
a
bike
that
can
hold
a
family
of
three
and
keep
us
dry
when
it
rains
,
"
she
’
d
demanded
.
To
which
Dad
always
had
laughed
and
said
that
he
’
d
get
on
that
.
But
when
Mom
had
gotten
pregnant
with
Teddy
,
she
’
d
put
her
foot
down
.
Enough
,
she
said
.
Dad
seemed
to
understand
that
something
had
changed
.
He
’
d
stopped
arguing
and
had
gotten
a
driver
’
s
license
.
He
’
d
also
gone
back
to
school
to
get
his
teaching
certificate
.
I
guess
it
was
okay
to
be
in
arrested
development
with
one
kid
.
But
with
two
,
time
to
grow
up
.
Time
to
start
wearing
a
bow
tie
.
He
has
one
on
this
morning
,
along
with
a
flecked
sport
coat
and
vintage
wingtips
.
"
Dressed
for
the
snow
,
I
see
,
"
I
say
.
"
I
’
m
like
the
post
office
,
"
Dad
replies
,
scraping
the
snow
off
the
car
with
one
of
Teddy
’
s
plastic
dinosaurs
that
are
scattered
on
the
lawn
.
"
Neither
sleet
nor
rain
nor
a
half
inch
of
snow
will
compel
me
to
dress
like
a
lumberjack
.
"
"
Hey
,
my
relatives
were
lumberjacks
,
"
Mom
warns
.
"
No
making
fun
of
the
white
-
trash
woodsmen
.
"
"
Wouldn
’
t
dream
of
it
,
"
Dad
replies
.
"
Just
making
stylistic
contrasts
.
"
Dad
has
to
turn
the
ignition
over
a
few
times
before
the
car
chokes
to
life
.
As
usual
,
there
is
a
battle
for
stereo
dominance
.
Mom
wants
NPR
.
Dad
wants
Frank
Sinatra
.
Teddy
wants
SpongeBob
SquarePants
.
I
want
the
classical
-
music
station
,
but
recognizing
that
I
’
m
the
only
classical
fan
in
the
family
,
I
am
willing
to
compromise
with
Shooting
Star
.
