“Băieţel, don’t speak to your Bunică like that. I wiped your bottom when you couldn’t even feed yourself. Any man should be grateful for the chance to marry my little girl.”
I snorted out an exasperated sigh. I hated it when she called me little boy. Deciding it was in my best interest to pretend I didn’t hear her last comment, I bent down low and dropped a kiss on the crown of her head. “Do you think I enjoy this? Do you think I enjoy having to lay down the law and act like an enforcer with the people I love?”
“You do enjoy it,” she shot back. “You always think you’re right. In that way, you take after your father. Regardless of what everyone in this family thinks, he wasn’t a saint, you know. He was human, and he made his fair share of mistakes.”
Yeah, right. She always said that, but
