About ten minutes later, the front door opened and Jon's dad walked in. He noticed that the TV was on in the family room and walked in there.
"I'm home," he said, seeing both his wife and son sitting on the couch.
Jon's mother glanced at her husband. "Oh. Hey, man," she said, then returned her attention to the televised sports game.
Jon's dad then sat down in the chair and watched the game too. When a commercial came on, his dad asked his wife if she wanted a beer. And she said she did.
Mom doesn't drink beer, Jon thought. And now that I think about it, neither does Dad. At least, not at home.
Before the game started up again, Jon's dad came back with three beers. One for himself, one for his wife, and apparently one for Jon.
"I can't drink this. I'm not old enough."
His mom then punched him in the arm. "Wuss."
Jon looked from his dad to his "new" mom, and then back down at the beer can in his hand. He opened it and then took a sip.
