"Joey, you ready?" Dad shouted .

"Coming" was the reply as I bound down the stairs finishing with "Ready".

Dad looked at me and sighed, then "You're not leaving the house looking like that".

I glanced at what I was wearing and asked "Huh, what's wrong?"

I saw Dad flinch from my question. "I am not taking you out to a nice restaurant looking like a ..a..whatever it is."

"But Dad, this is what kids wear now."

"Fine, then you stay here. I'll tell Mark that you don't feel well. Oh, and keep the noise down while I'm gone." He started for the door.

"Uhm, dad?" I needed his advice.

"Yea?" He stopped by the door.

"Uh, what should I wear, I mean he is your friend, do I need to do something special?" I really was curious. Dad didn't talk about his fiends from before we came to town. Talk about a mystery man.

"Oh, something nice. You'll figure it out." Dad replied casually.

Still I was thinking, the guy told dad that he was gonna take Dad and his daughter out to Dinner. Crap! Still. "Dad, uh, like, does he really think you have a daughter, like for real?"

Dad just shook his head and sighed.