He was more of an unintentionally-intentionally funny guy. Sometimes his brain forgot to stop his mouth from saying things, but most of the time it worked out to his advantage. Amd yeah, sometimes he really did mean to be funny.
Oh the very different lives they lived. Some day they were going to give both sets of parents an aneurism. But for now, everyone could be happy and ignorant of things to come. "Yeah, pretty lame," he laughed and scratched the back of his neck. It was a nervous habit. But now that he was less tense, he found himself making a beeline for the park bench he had been ignoring.he would be doing enough running back and forth in soccer.
"Aw, it wasn't a big deal," he replied sheepishly, "But they'll like that." Jack especially. "You still have our picture, right?"