Quote:
Originally Posted by wdfifteen
No. We don’t. My dad came home from work every afternoon, brought home a paycheck every week, didn’t drink, didn’t do anything bad, but he didn’t talk to his children.
|
Kinda with you there. He's fortunately mellowed with age. I am guilty of same.
I read fun children books to my little kids before bed. They would eat it up as the old man gave them two minutes.
One night I was tired of the books and made a story up about how I dug a secret tunnel from Mentor, OH to downtown Cleveland. Like 30 miles. I can't even remember the reason for the passageway.
I had to dig and dig and remove the rubble by hand so I could continue progress. I worked the story. They bought it because I could see it in their eyes.