Maybe some girls got the punching game and the macho nicknames, but Cate didn't. No amount of explanation was likely to get through to her so she just shrugged it off. No big deal really. She would, however, continued seeing it as a depressing name for a firehouse, though.
Both that look, and she knew very well what he meant by it, and his comment about AJ's truck earned him a roll of her eyes. "You be nice, Colin. If that's your recommendation, you make it. But if he wants you to fix the truck," people had emotional attachments to vehicles, after all, and Cate could see where AJ might be the type, "then you fix it without fussing at him too much about it."
Sighing, Cate set Kayla back into her playpen where the girl's attention was quickly captivated by the plethora of toys. "I just asked him. We were having a conversation. You do remember how to do that with someone you're not related to, right? You ask a question, they answer. They ask a question, you answer. Sometimes you both make statements." Sometimes you invited them to your daughter's birthday party. "He looked like he needed someone to talk to, Colin." Maybe a bit desperately. "Seems like it might have been a long time since anyone had been friendly to him."