"Today is Scott’s first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified."
Jackson is dragging Scott by his backpack straps over to the car.
"Oh my god, you’ll be back tomorrow, come on, we’re going home," Jackson says.
"But Jackson, it was awesome,” Scott cries.
"If you want to stay at school, I can just order less pizza tonight," Derek calls out the window. "Or Jackson and I can eat yours."
"Dad!" Scott howls as he gets in. "You wouldn’t!"
"Well, you’d better come fight for it, huh?" Derek says, reaching over to ruffle Scott’s hair. "Your first day was good?"
"Oh my god, Dad it was amazing, Mr. S is the coolest!” Scott says, practically writhing with excitement.
"And yours? How is Lydia Martin in third grade? Still awful?" Derek ruffles Jackson’s hair too, just to watch Jackson sputter and try to claw his hair back into place.
"Fine, ugh, Derek!" Jackson keeps finger combing his hair. "Lydia is whatever.”
Derek fights the urge to smile.