The Young Relative and his father met us for dinner at Café de Thai the other night, and I was struck by the sight of the handsome Y.R., wearing sunglasses, pulling up in his fine German automobile with his father in the passenger seat.
"How is it possible," I asked him, "that I can be related to someone so utterly cool?"
The Y.R. didn't miss a beat. He looked over at his father and delivered the best Father's Day present imaginable.
"I take after my Dad," he said simply.
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