My dad was convinced I was a coward, and to get me over it, he decided that what I should do was take the carton of eggs back to the Bakers and tell them we didn't eat eggs, or that we were allergic to them, or something.
Then my mom butts in with, "What are you teaching him here, Rick? None of that is true. If he returns them, shouldn't he tell them the truth?"
"What, that you're afraid of salmonella poisoning?"
"Me? Aren't you a little concerned, too?"
"Patsy, that's not the point. The point is, I will not have a coward for a son!"
"But teaching him to lie?"
"Fine. Then just throw them away. But from now on I expect you to look that little tiger square in the eye, you hear me?" (5.176-182)
Bryce's mom and dad can't agree on what to do about Juli's eggs—just check out how many questions they ask each other here. And most of the time they don't give each other a straight answer either. We've got some serious communication breakdown happening here, and poor Bryce is stuck in the middle.