But he’s older now, and mobile, and our relationship has taken on the dynamic of big brother/little brother. So we did dinner and a movie on Saturday.
My favorite part of the night was the meal, in which we carb-loaded at Shake Shack (credit to him for sarcastically telling the server taking our order he just wanted “a salad”) and ate while watching his Dodgers.
We very much enjoyed ourselves. Next weekend, I teach him to say thank you.
