18 June 2011

Nowadays my dad tells me over a beer after work that next week will involve numerous stressful challenges. When I was young he worked workaholic hours, never owned his own house and never admitted anything was less than good. My mom did all the therapy over this. Now he tells me he's been bragging to other customers in the grocery store about how his daughter taught him how to choose produce. He announces "teamwork" over dinner prep and fires up the barbeque as I pick watercress and outline my timeline for the potatoes. He hugs me a lot. His sweat smells like pee and I worry about him suddenly dying. Overall he's turned into a pretty good dad.

2 comments:

Boris Kane said...

wunderbar

wrenna said...

a candy treat that's sweet to eat.