*I'm gonna beat him at his own game* I thought to myself as I put my eggs on the stove Tuesday morning. I made sure to boil 5 eggs 3 for me and 2 for him.
He happily took his eggs and ate them. I had all 3 of mine along with some oatmeal and raisins.
My father, being the wonderful dad that he is, drove me an hour from Staten Island to Bayside, Queens for my 1st of two interviews on Tuesday.
When we arrive at the place we sit in the car chatting for a bit because I was a little early.
"Why am I soo tired?" my father asks himself. "How many eggs did you give me?" he asks me.
*Did you not eat them? Shouldn't you know?*
"Two"
"You got me feeling all heavy this morning--I don't usually eat breakfast--I feel tired." He says.
*Is this man nutz? I got him feeling heavy? Did I force them eggs down his throat??*
You can't win!
3 comments:
You seem to have a very loving relationship and close bond with your father.
That is something to be valued and cherished. I wish I had that type of bond with my father before he passed.
If he gets sick, you know it's your fault! hahahahahahaha
he sounds like my grand mother. she used to blame how she was feeling on my aunt...hahahaha
hahaha! This is too funny! I love it! I'm glad u decided to start posting stuff about your dad cause its so funny and cute!
Have a great new year gal!!
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