I like to think that my birthday present to my dad this year was better than anything my siblings could (or would) give him. See, my little sister is concerned that because he is getting so old that he will die soon. I don’t want his heart to give out on him, so I periodically raise his blood pressure. That will work, right?
He likes it.
He might tell you that I drive him nuts, but it’s good for him. (I think.)
So, this year I gave him a good argument on his birthday. I don’t know what it is about our relationship–because I could let it go if some other family member said the absurd ideas that he comes up with (See how I do that?). With him, I just have to let him know how ridiculous I think they are.
So, after this
argument nice conversation between father and daughter, my husband says, “You know, you really should be more respectful to your dad.” What, husband? You say you want a little of this too? Just you wait, I have a lifetime in store for you–and you haven’t even had the practice my daddy has had…
Then, he went and got sick(er) on me. I decided to cut him a break and play nice. (After all, that’s how I keep the men in my life on their toes.)
What does he do? Sneers at my sweet tea I made him (per my Mama’s orders). Psh. You’ll only drink it hot? AND you want lemon and honey in it? Well, it’s a good thing: because that’s exactly what I plan to give you ’till the day you die: Lemon. (With a little honey)
Just don’t start using the value pack of evaporated milk that I bought to make biscuits and gravy for your tea, and I will let it slide…