... but to hear her own brother say it really made it clear.
“Thanks big brother! Let’s walk there together after supper then!” “Alright, sounds like a plan.” “By the way. you’re looking’ pretty good yourself Bart.” Yeah I know, don’t have to state the obvious.” “Hehe...just don’t let that six pack turn into Dad’s keg.” “Not ‘til I’m 19!” The afternoon continued, made lively at midday as Homer had registered himself and Marge in a karaoke competition in Capital City.
“I can’t sing!” Marge screeched. “Marge!! First place is a 100 dollar gas certificate!!” “It costs 75 dollars just to get there and back! And that’s with someone sane driving! Without paying for parking! Or food!” “WELL then! I’ll just have to drive FASTER! That’ll save some money! We can stop by Krusty burger on the way there and back so we‘re not late and hungry!” “Hhhrrrmmm…kids; you’ll be on your own tonight. If we don’t crash on the way there or back your father will surely get arrested trying to rig the competition. I’ll call you and let you know what’s going on.”