Bruce smiled and shrugged, "I guess not, I mean I don't really mind him the way he is, and puberty might be too much for us." If they spent more time together, with Timmy, it might not be that big of a deal, but they didn't.
Her dad thinking they were weird didn't surprise Bruce in the slightest so he said nothing about it. Instead he followed them to the table and sat down next to Effie, watching Timmy consume the chicken.
"How did he figure out that he could eat? Random occurrence?" It hit him then that he really didn't know very much about his own robotic son.