Loire Valley Day Two

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.