Roll The Dice

"Hi sweetie," the Lovely Bride said to our youngest. "How did the basketball games go?"

We had a basketball tournament on the other side of town this weekend. Even with five hours between the second and third games it was too far away to come home.

"Won one, lost two," he said.

"It happens," she said.

"Yeah," he said. "We had fun."

"That's good," she said. "What did you do between games?"

"Played pool."

"Played pool? Where?"

"A bar."

She looked at me, then looked back at him. "At a bar?"

"It was great. Dad and me and E. and A., and some other people from the team went out for burgers at this place Dad knows. Then we played pool for a couple hours."

"Please tell me the grown ups weren't drinking," the Lovely Bride said.

"No, just Diet Coke," he said.

"Beer in the afternoon makes me sleepy," I reminded her.

She turned to me. "Why would you take your son to play pool in a bar?"

"They weren't gambling," I said.

"That was a great Las Vegas story you told us," said my youngest.

"Shut up," I told him.

"Go on," the Lovely Bride told him.

"Please don't," I told him.

He did.