I paid for lunch and
Austin thought it was his turn next.
Me: No, it's Mom's.
We're going in alpha order by last name.
Austin, stunned
silence.
Austin: That's
stupid. Let's go by most years completed of college. And if that
doesn't work, then by age. Then by number of uncles we have.
The toilets didn't
have toilet seats. The true squatty potty.
Austin: That's why
everyone was wearing them around their necks at the airport.
Me, puzzled.
Austin: You know,
the cushioned ones.
SMH.
Austin had a
food-gasm over the almond cookies.
Me: You're not
allowed to make that noise in public.
Austin, tipsy,
walking along the street: I'm easy to hit now.
Me: You've always
been easy to hit.
The ladies were
calling Austin amazing.
Me: What did he do
that was so amazing?
Ladies: Everything.
Me: Shocking, maybe,
but not amazing.
Austin: Lover.
Me: They better not
know that.
Mom, on the olives:
Salty, like your wife.
I called the last of
the three cheeses we tasted the doughnut. And it had a pretty sharp taste, which I announced to the group.
Austin: The first
two were subtle, but the last one was pretty strong. But I was
prepared for the doughnut.
Austin: Not only am
I the only guy, I have the longest hair.
He was also the
youngest by seven weeks.
Austin just confided
that Mom answered the door this evening in her bra.
Me: I don't believe
you. You're not sufficiently distressed about it.
Austin: I was trying
to be polite.
Took some photos of
Amboise and explored the ville. Got a little lost while looking
around.
Austin: I think it's
this way. Do you have a feeling?
Me: I feel like I
have to go to the bathroom.
Mom: Let me get one
with the two of you.
Me: You've already
got the two of us.
Austin: You can't
get rid of us.
Mom: I don't know.
We're pretty high up.