We spend the day with Clyde’s family. We go to see Meet the Parents again, taking Peyton, the youngest nephew. He’s somewhere between eleven and twelve.
Peyton laughs with his entire body. His laugh bursts out, the force of it throwing him from side to side in his chair. Humor hits him like a car crash, and he flails around like a crash test dummy.
In Meet the Parents, one of the running jokes concerns the main character’s name: Gaylord Focker. When this comes up, Peyton stiffens. He cuts his eyes over at me, looking to see how I’ll react to those two words.
I look at him. He looks at me. Unsure what else to do, I raise both eyebrows and wait.
Peyton punches me on the arm, then laughs and laughs, rocking back and forth in the squeaky theater seat.
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