Sometimes I ask my dad to tell me a story about when I was little. I like to hear about how I grew up, the types of things that went on, and how we lived. It’s so amazing that 24 years ago things were so different than they are today.
I could go into detail about my moms hair or my dads workout attire, but I won’t.
Thank me later.
Anyways. Usually, he doesn’t have much to say. But then.
Nonchalantly at dinner the other night when he tried to give Lucas a fry and I replied with , “please do not give my child food without permission. He is not allowed to eat fries,” he said, “oh, what’s the worst that could happen?!”
When you were little…..
Here we go, WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE…..
Your mother and I used to put you in the crib in the back of the car while we drove at night.
Next to a casket.
NO YOU DID NOT.
Sure. 24 years ago they didn’t have car seats like they do today.
You’re kidding me. I have got to get him to tell me stories more often.