Incidentally, that entire look of I don't need your approval and I'm not even looking for it but incidentally if you maybe approved that'd be okay too because I'd like to know that maybe but only if you were already thinking it because I'm sure not going to ask because I'm a grown man only looked to Wally like Bart was wrinkling his nose a bit at him.
"Bart, you don't have to... If you... listen... maybe..." Nope. All pink frilly stuff was gone from the cart now. Wally rubbed at the bridge of his nose as though to stave off a headache, then tried to smile. It was lopsided and miserable.
"You know what girls like?" he tried. "They like dinner. And time... And... uh... exotic places." Okay, that was likely getting nowhere with the now surly teen. It didn't even seem to cheer Bart up when he put four boxes of his favored cereal into the cart.
"Maybe you should just ask Linda..." he muttered finally in defeat, rubbing the back of his neck.
Gee, he totally failed at this whole... whatever this was... Mentorship? Semi-parenting? Whatever it was, he stunk at it. He probably should never have kids... ever.