Mark shook his head again. "I don't know, at least if he tried to throw a kegger I'd know he was developing like a normal kid. I do get to ground him if he throws a kegger though, right?" He raised an eyebrow at Glibt. "I think engaging in blatant underaged drinking is a punishable offense, and he doesn't have to know that I secretly approve of that kind of offense."
Yes, it was a double standard, but he had them with all of his children. Thomas couldn't date, but if he tried to throw a kegger or a college party of any kind Mark would have breathed a sigh of relief. Johnny, on the other hand, was free to date who he wanted, but Mark hated it when his eldest got took drunk, already under the impression that he spent far too much time with his namesake whiskey as it was. Malcolm's troubles with the law were taken as common place, whereas Mark had thrown a fit the last time Johnny found himself in cuffs and knew that if Thomas found himself behind bars, the kid wouldn't leave his sight for a good month.
But then, every parent had double standards for their children, didn't they?
Mark sighed. "You're a very positive influence, believe me. One day we'll have our ow--" He stopped mid sentence, clearing his throat pointedly. "One day, I mean, you'll have the chance to be as neurotic as I am, and you'll get it." With three kids, he wondered how long the hair of this form would stay as lush and brown as it was.
"I don't have to go in if I don't want to, and I'd like us to reintroduce ourselves together, yeah. Then, if there's time, we'll get some of your documents sorted out."